taking you for granted

it is your hands that I worry about the most. They are so quiet, resting there at the ends of your arms. But if you look they are fantastically beautiful- the shape your fingers make, together, is almost perfectly square, and your skin is so light, and covered in so many small brown spots- freckles. I lose sleep over your small brown spots- there are so many of them, and each one is different- and each one has its own coastline, wavy and irregular, and then there is the space between your freckles, as well, which is a shape of unfathomable complexity. I am afraid that there will never be enough time to memorize all of this. You were made with such an eye for detail. You are too intricate, like lace. What to do?