I love him like a breeze passing me by in the spring
Like a cathedral in the night with secrets in its beam
Like a sailor clinging tightly to a raft in the sea
I love it when I’m down and he lifts me on his wing
Or how when he smiles after looking right at me
That’s the best gift he could ever bring 

I love him like the art you can’t afford to buy
Or when he leans in closely so I can hear him sigh
Like the last delicious bite in the best homemade pie
Or the breathing moon in a mostly cloudy sky
I love him best when both his eyes are dry
I love him, even though for us, there will only ever be “hello” and “goodbye”

© Delia Ross. 2019