the smile in your voice
when you speak to me
the laughter in your eyes
when you smile
the softness of your fingers
when you gently touch my hair
the bounce in your step
when we walk hand in hand
the way you gaze into my eyes,
and know just how to make me smile
the way you brush my tears away,
and know when i need to be held
the devilish grin
when i'm caught in my own trap
the sweet shyness
when i open my heart
the comfort of your arms around me
the sweet sound of your voice when you sing
"how do i love thee?
let me count the ways."
how, i ask, could i count the ways?
what counts is that i do...




spring 1997


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