He loves Me

He loves me... Maybe not with flattering words and maybe only the way he embraces me while I'm asleep. Still...I am a poet, and he doesn't like poetry, but he stares at me lovingly at 2AM when I am busy scribbling on a paper, under the glow of a vintage lampshade. He loves me... He doesn't always say it outloud. He loves me by telling me I'm beautiful even if I'm at my worst, by staying with me when all my doors are shut down, by saying "It's alright" when I'm crying, and by kissing me goodbye each day when we part and see the love and longing in his eyes. As long as our souls connect, and as long as we can touch each other with our hands, and bodies, and hearts, I'll know he loves me. Maybe not with flattering words... and maybe only the way he looks at me. ©reddragonfly