I love the way you hold my hand
When the path we tread is rough,
The way you hold me in your arms
When I feel I've had enough;
I love the way you smile at me
And tell me that we'll be fine;
The way you kiss me tenderly-
I'm so glad that your love is mine.
I love the way you comfort me
When all my dreams fall through,
I love your sweet voice in my ear
Softly whispering 'I love you.'
I love you for so many things:
The feel of your warm embrace,
When passion makes your eyes light up-
No one will ever take your place.
© Fay Herridge