I often think of you as I lie at rest,
Light from the street lamp
Burnishing these dark walls.
How I have loved you so with every breath,
There cannot be many words of love unsaid,
But what there are, I say them to you now.
Once I saw your face
At a place I hadn’t thought you’d be,
And in that moment
Knew the loveliness of what you are
Remains unchanged.
Then you smiled at me.
I often think of you as I lie at rest,
Or when I up and through that door walk out,
Your open hand forever held in mine.
There cannot be many words of love unsaid,
For I have loved you with every breath,
But what there are, I say them to you now.
© Gwen Grant