Friday, October 19, 2007
ME, TOO
I wonder how many times
I told you, "I love you," this morning?
I sat on the clothes hamper
And watched you as you shaved,
Making funny faces as you took
The razor to the hard-to-get-to spots.
I smiled when you ate your toast
Because little crumbs were sprinkled
Throughout your moustache.
How lucky I am that
You are in my life
And in my heart
And in my soul
And although I didn't say anything outloud
My spirit was yelling, "I love you"
As I followed you through the house.
You came near to kiss me goodbye
And whispered, "I love you" in my ear.
I had told my love at least a hunderd silent times
This morning and when you said, "I love you"
The second time, through the goose bumps
I merely said, "Me, too."
I told you, "I love you," this morning?
I sat on the clothes hamper
And watched you as you shaved,
Making funny faces as you took
The razor to the hard-to-get-to spots.
I smiled when you ate your toast
Because little crumbs were sprinkled
Throughout your moustache.
How lucky I am that
You are in my life
And in my heart
And in my soul
And although I didn't say anything outloud
My spirit was yelling, "I love you"
As I followed you through the house.
You came near to kiss me goodbye
And whispered, "I love you" in my ear.
I had told my love at least a hunderd silent times
This morning and when you said, "I love you"
The second time, through the goose bumps
I merely said, "Me, too."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment