The Question Asked Poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann

(To my husband Don)

It's so much together, emotions and deeds
Simple words can't begin to explain
It's crying at movies, breakfast in bed
A walk in the soft summer rain

A question answered without being asked
Your eyes staring into my heart
It's a ring bought, a promise kept
A quiet laugh in the dark

Starting the car on a cold winter day
A softly spoken sigh
Flowers in a vase, cuddles in the dark
Sharing life as it goes by

It's a passing glance, a gentle touch
All virtues to be extolled
So what is the question that has been asked
And the answer that's tried to be told...

Why do you love me?