What I know

Those of you who know me well,

know of the place I have been

and the stories I can tell.

Of all the places I have been,

coming home to my Love is the best that I know

Of all the things I have seen,

The look in her eyes when she first smiles at me,

Walking in the door,

knowing what I am there for,

To see her profile turn to me,

and her eyes shine and smile at me.

Listening to the sweet music of the heart,

knowing her laugh before it will start,

Her smile lighting up the room,

my arms wrap her as if a coccoon.

Run my fingers through her long hair,

making a memory of every second I am there.

The paintbrush in my mind, filling a canvas,

Wondering why it is so often I leave this.

The scent of her hair, the way her eyes dance.

I watch as she walks, as if in a trance.

I find I keep track of her wherever she goes,

the sound of her footsteps, soft, her movement like a breeze.

I see her smile at night as I start to dream,

and when I am with her, the way her smile does gleam.

Watching her nervous, her hair she does touch.

So many questions, I want to know so much.

What are her hopes, what are her dreams.

In time all will be asked, but till then my mind screams.

A happy place to go when the day is bad,

Hoping beyond words, that she is not sad.

Knowing above all through grace we are saved.

Praying to help me relax through the day.

Precious moments shared stand out in my mind.

Why must all of my thought come as ryhme.

Sending these words out to the world as a letter,

Knowing every day, the future looks better.