Sometimes I write of my saddest days.
Sometimes I write of hurtful ways.
Sometimes I write of desperation and pain.
And sometimes I write of loving in the rain.
But today, I write of simple pleasures.
Today I write to share a glimpse of my treasures.
Kisses in the air and touches so gentle and fair.
The things I hold dearest in my heart, the things in which he takes part.
Minutes and hours, day after day. Conversations gone long and sometimes astray.
The simplest of things too abstract to explain. The talent of perfect intimacy. (How could one refrain?)
Smiles too abundant to count. Dedication too fierce to let lonely days mount.
Appreciation and admiration. A gentle grace... and may I say; a heavenly face.
No diamonds, no pearls. No trips to other worlds.
Just a kiss... or two or three... and his love given only to me.
These are my treasures, though the list still incomplete. Because of him, my heart and my life are replete.
Sometimes I write under a cloud of grey.
Sometimes.... but not today.