Acknowledgement

I have always know myself capable of great love,
Epic love if you will. 

Grand gestures, storybook romances –
and yet the truth I find, is in the simplest
most straight forward moments.

Perhaps it was a warm summer afternoon
Standing in the doorway together 
pausing just for a moment to embrace and kiss,
obscured from view.

Perhaps it was the smile,
his or mine, its hard to say
but the moment was warm
already complete, looking at each other.

A moment like a sigh of satisfaction,
filled with meaning, feeling
effortless.

It wasn’t a declaration,
nor was it a surrender,
simply stated, he said
"You know, I love you, right?’"

SJW