I fall in love a thousand times a day.
A gesture...a wave...a touch...a smile,
and I am lost -
falling endlessly,
hopelessly
into the still pool of Her love.
The beloved peeks shyly from this hiding,
as if inviting me to find Her in some holy game of hide and seek.
Only it is I who hide from Her behind eyes that see only part of the story.
And yet somehow.... She finds me,
in these odd moments,
in a gesture...a wave...a touch...a smile.
She finds me -
and shares Her story.

Every gesture is a story
Told,
and every story
begins with
you.
I read the curve of
Your smile -
And know the ending.