I guess you could say we were a couple,
Even though the words were never said,
We both knew it, felt it, sensed it
I could hear it in the way he talked to me,
Feel it in the way he held my hand
Taste it in the way he kissed me, See it in the Way he looked at me,
The way he looked at me with those eyes.
Those eyes,
Gleaming, shining, twinkling in the light
Staring back at me as he talked to me,
Telling me everything was okay as he held my hand.
His hand,
Large, soft, gentle to the touch,
Holding my mine through bad times and good
Squeezing my arm as he told me everything would be allright.
His Voice,
Quiet, soothing, comforting to my ears,
Whispering to me about his love for me,
Coming softly through his lips.
His Lips,
Light Pink, Warm, Sweet as he kissed me,
Moving noiselessly as he began to sing to me,
Changing along with his love.
His Love,
Welcoming, Pure, Constant when he was with me
Showing whenever he talked about me
Always there for me when I needed it.
