She smiles,

With that wistful look,

Her eyes alive, and bright,

And glazed.

 

She takes my hand,

Gently,

With purpose and,

Continues to smile.

 

She looks away,

But keeps my hand,

Caressing,

Me, silently accepting.

 

She nuzzles,

Into my shoulder,

The way she does,

I kiss her cheek.

 

She rests her head,

Upon that shoulder,

I take comfort,

In the support I offer.

 

She smiles again,

and shines as she does,

Content,

In our closeness.