Tender Thoughts

I came to love you,
Little by little.

First your voice,
Then the sound of your name,
The way you laughed at my reindeer,
Playing shadow game.

Second are your eyes,
Those wrinkles at it’s tips,
How they rhyme with your mood,
And the shape of your lips.

Third comes your hair,
Falling on my face,
The way you weave them,
To match your every dress.

Of fourth you know too,
It’s something you do,
At the end of the day,
At the start of the new.

Fifth is a gift, The way you smile at me,
Like I know all your secrets,
And that sets you free.

I know this meagre words,
Are all short of it,
Of what comes to mind,
Of when we always meet,
To me it’s a dream,
To be with you still,
To rest on your shoulders,
And quietly feel,
The summer of your skin,
The spring of your hair,
The winter holding fast,
The autumn we lay bare.

I came to love you,
Little by little,
And little by little,
Has love come to me.