Some love
Is a
Love that
Grows and
Touches others
It’s not
In love
It’s a
Love that
Simply gets
Better at
Every turn
It’s the
Ooo’s and
Aah’s of
Love the
Rippling brook
Of love
The pause
Of love
And the
Delicate aged
Fragrance of
Love true
Love changes
It doesn’t
Roar never
Thunders never
Drifts and
Never falls
It tiptoes
And tickles
And winks
It appears
As a
Mirage until
You find
Yourself in
Its oasis
That is
True love
And in
There I
Discovered wondrous
Things fireflies
Jun bugs
Caterpillars and
Deer fae
And gnomes
Long lost
Spirits and
Tribes and
Of course
My self
Sometimes in
Life after
All the
Searching and
Hoping and
Chasing and
Wanting we
Discover happiness
In the
Smallest of
Things for
Me it’s
Your dark
Chocolate eyes
And how
You hold
Your fork
Or how
I light
Your cigarettes
Or how
You ask
Me to
Read my
Poems in
Darkness but
Most of
All it’s
How you
Tickle me
With your
Weak wrists
And laughter
When the
Day is
Done we
Rarely remember
All the
Things we
Don’t have
Yet pray
To God
For those
Little things
That mean
So very
Much in
Making our
Lives fresh
And new
And while
I sat
Listening
there I
Knew why
I’d come
Back to
Be with
You you
My love
All the
Others are
Just fodder
Distractions and
Static you
May sing
Off-key and
Don’t understand
Everything I
Say but
In your
Own little
Way you
Make my
Life complete
And I’m
So very
Happy and
While it’s
Not and
Neither you
Nor I
Are perfect
It’s your
Life in
Which I
Can share
Friends came
Together to
Give you
A surprise
You were
Tickled and
Those brown
Eyes twinkled
Hugs followed
Giggles and
We talked
And we
Laughed and
Bunnies jumped
And fireflies
Floated the
Rain bathed
Everything anew
And we
Danced our
Little dance
Just you
And I
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 