The Way... - Poem by David Lessard
The way your eyes light up,
when I whisper words of love,
kiss your lips, touch your brow;
you alone were made for me,
for the here and now.
The way your smile invites me,
the way you hold me close,
embracing me with bliss;
your look says everything,
one I'd sorely miss.
The way you snuggle in my arms,
holding hands together,
you're the reason for my being,
the gift that came from God,
is the gift that I am seeing.
The way you drown my sorrow,
and keep away the grime,
keep away the harms;
by your just being you,
by your sweet and tender charms.
The way we stay in harmony,
by the beating of our hearts,
by unconditional grace;
and leave no memory of dissent,
the way of love is in your face.
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