Friday, April 3, 2015


When you look into my eyes to see if I’m in pain,
When you reach out at night and smooth my hair,
When you throw back your head and laugh at my small jokes,
When you hold in your anger as I rant and rave,
When you create a song, a poem or a painting,
When you spend time sifting through the sand searching for lost treasure,
When you say nothing about my shortcomings,
When you take my hand as we cross the street,
When you pout because I’ve been too busy,
When you pull me into your imagination,
When you give and take within the course of the day, that is
When I love you.

Copyright 1995 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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