A touch, a look, a hold,
A kiss, a sigh, a knowing look.
To hold you paws, I might be so bold
To listen, to talk, to know,
To be as open to you as a book.

A word, a sound, a sigh.
To spend my time with you,
Looking to you, and wonder why.
What do you see in me,
but it all seems so true.

I miss the look on your face,
the way it lit up that day.
The tears that traced,
the smile that glowed,
The memories in my head play.

Hope that day grew in me,
a feeling that still lives.
It withers and grows like a tree,
Sometimes blooming hugely,
By the contact you give.

--inspired by someone special to me.