I Love you.

Not for any heroic accomplishments,

Not because you’re the manliest of men,

Not for the heavy lifting, nor any chore.

I love you.

For the quiet simple things,

A million different moments,

That contemplation brings.

I Love you.

For the way you hold my head,

As I pour out my woes,

While we lie across the bed.

I Love you.

For the way you hold my hand,

And pull me close to you,

To kiss me wherever we stand.

I Love you.

With words I do not know,

And feelings without names,

And thoughts I cannot show.

I Love you.

With movements that surround,

And beauty you cannot see,

And songs that have no sound.

I Love you.

With a light that sets me free,

With everything that I am,

And all I’ll ever be.

© T. L. Gabbert