The way you run to avoid raindrops
falling from January\'s desolate gown.
Leaping over puddles that
cover rain soaked ground.
The sparkle in your eyes as they reflect
the crystal snowflakes that fall
while arm in arm we walk
during a cold dark winter\'s stroll.
Watching the soft innocence
of your beautiful face
nestled asleep in my arms
with a peaceful loving grace.
The look in your eyes and
the smile that lets me see
the love in your heart
reserved there just for me.
The taste of your lips
so inviting, soft and wet
while holding you close
against mine they are set.
Of all of the things
through and through
there is nothing I
don\'t love about you.