In the morning of a summer day...

In the morning of a summer day,

I looked into your eyes

and saw Love.

I listened to your words

but have no memory of what they said,

yet remember well, how they

caressed and soothed my most upset moment.

I felt your touch,

and was filled with warmth,

and a knowing that

you support me inwardly,

and defend me outwardly.

So I give to you that which I receive

with no memory of where it started,

and a continued vision of what we share.

I love you.

In this moment,

and for all moments that ever were,
and will ever be,

I Love you.

3/16/2000 - dave waite