True
The comfort
of simplicity relaxes me,
closes my
eyes and makes me sigh.
Laying on
the couch,
My legs over
yours.
You do your
thing and I do mine.
Not having
to speak
But still
connecting in our way.
Stolen
glances and hidden smiles.
Squeezing
your hand.
We use no
words but our conversation speaks so loudly
that I cannot hear anything else.
This is what
it is when people say the word love.
Elizabeth
Seibel – October 8, 2011
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