It isn't in the way you say my name
Though it's sweetest sound I've ever heard
Nor is it in the way you stake your claim
Though proud, I am, to be yours, rest assured
It's not the way your lips smile at me
Nor their soft caress that makes me love you
It's nothing that you can taste or can see
It's not anything you say or you do
If I had ten thousand songs to sing
And if I had a million pages to write
Oh, even then, I couldn't truly bring
The words or a tune to express it right
So, look in my eyes, dear; see how I feel
There's no other way to show you what's real
((February 18th.2010))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem