Ode to my Love

Standing by the door
and staring into space,
a memory alights
bringing a smile on his face.

He tenderly touches
and makes one his own.
It’s like there’s something
in his tone.

Saying the silliest of things
with a straight face,
he leaves when one wants
without a trace.

There’s something magical about him
that attracts and keeps one close.
Is it his love and understanding
or is it the funny curve of his nose?

Love with him is magical,
every moment out of this world.
He loves me like no one does
in a love story untold.

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