You and him and me

What does it mean when he says that he loves me?

it is all rose petals, and sweet nothings
in Italian no less.
He opens up doors for me,
and helps me put on my coat,
he always picks up the check,
and knows sonnets to quote.

But does he know what me cheeks look like,
when they are tear stained?
or what my arms look like when they are bruised?
does he know what i look like without makeup?
or how to handle my dark moods?

You see me as i am,
not as you desire me to be.
You see through my crazy moments,
and laugh at my klutziness,when i trip over trees.
You kiss me when I'm stressed out,
and melt my anger when the world isn't going my way.
you catch me I'm falling,
and know that when I'm angry i never mean what i say.

So i tells me that he loves me,
and he gazes into my eyes,
the ones you can read,
the ones you have often seen after having cried.

he clasps my little hand,
and he leads me down his path,
never having known me in sadness or in wrath.
little does he know he is leading me right back to our place,
even though we are long since through

i look him in the eyes
i do what i have to do,
i look right back at him and i tell him
I love YOU