How He Knows
How does he know my love towards him without even asking?
How does he know just what to say before it even crosses my mind?
To him I am an open book,
Exposed with innocence and wonder,
Yet with a potential,
With a meaning and a story to understand.
I don't need to say those three little words,
Just to make him smile,
Because he knows that I love home.
My smile is enough to say it.
His soft gentle yet passionate kiss,
Always wakes me up,
I may think I'm now dreaming,
But this time I'm quite aware that this is no dream.