You love with your eyes. Your smiles make your irises shine,
And enhance your laugh lines. Your love's bright like the sky.
You love with your hands.
The way they work, the way they mend. The tasks they attend. Your love could not be more grand.
You love with your mouth. Each word and each silence well-placed, No breath goes to waste. Your love is never in doubt.
You love with your mind. The way you think may be an abstraction, But translates to action. Your love is gentle and kind. You never say the words. You're not refusing, I'm not accusing. In all, there's nothing confusing. Unsaid, perhaps, but your love is not unheard.
Free verse version below, because I have it in my head and because someone is going to mistake this for something it isn't (i.e., neither romantic nor platonic love specifically, just love. Too few people like to admit that love is more than romantic or familial). While we're here, this is what I've been listening to while writing this and another blog entry.
The flavor of unspoken love may be bitter to some,
But the rarity of the words makes them all the sweeter.
You show love in the way you smile with your eyes,
In the deliberate eye contact, the spark of you.
You show love in the way you move your hands,
No hesitation to grasp or let go, and the wisdom in your touch.
You show love in the words that you speak,
In the silences when you don't, and the care of understanding the difference.
You show love in the steps that you take,
In the movement you make, even when you would rather be somewhere else.
You show love in the way that you think, Thinking of others and knowing when not to sacrifice for them. You may never say the words "I love you," But your actions betray you in the best light.
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