The Shape of Your Love

You've always been a tough nut to crack A rigid exterior, sharp and in tact But you had a soft side, where I drew slack I crawled inside and that was that even to this day, you flinch at my touch You don't like to say, "I love you" and such But this is ok, I've learned with age The world is a book. I'm only one page It would be no fun if we were all the same The matter is really simple to explain Although your love is a different shape It's still enough to fill my plate It conforms to my heart as a heavy drape Full of that, which makes love great