Why do I love thee, seems a foolish thing to say,
Perhaps it is all the little things you do most every day.
A tender smile, a loving glance that lets me know you care,
The giggle of a schoolgirl, the way you twirl your hair.
Maybe it’s the caring heart revealed when I was ill,
Giving without hesitation though you likely had your fill.
All these things no one would notice in their daily grind,
But I, yes I alone do notice they are etched into my mind.
All of these are things I see and with aging ears do hear,
Though it’s surely something deeper that brings this man to tears.
Something from the deepest recesses making two one whole,
Touching every fiber of being down to my mortal soul.
It’s something that I cannot see or put in simple words,
Futile it would be to even try sounding most absurd.
So why is it that I love thee, still a foolish thing to say,
It’s everything about you that that I never could betray.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~