Love-Part One

Love-Part One
by: Steve Sarantos

I could tell you that 'I love you',
Every single day,
But then anyone could tell you that,
And not mean what they say.

I could kiss you, I could hug you,
I could even give jewelry,
But who's to really know
if it's with sincerity.

It's not about the things I tell you,
Or the things I do.
It's the reasoning that lays behind it,
That reason being you.

It's all about the little things,
The things you might not notice,
Like that book you thought me odd to give
was based on what you told us-

once about a year ago.
You said when you were young.
Your mother used to take this book
and every night she sung.

You said that it made you feel safe,
soothed you to sleep at night.
Helped to take your mind off of
'those bed bugs that might bite'.

You're story wasn't 'bout the book though,
It was about your mother,
and your memories before she died
giving birth to your brother.

You cried a little when you told us
about how you missed her.
How she'd hug you all the time,
and before bed you'd kissed her.

You professed to us your worries
that you might forget one day
what your mother looked like,
and all the things she'd say.

Well a year went by and noone
thought about that day again
that is until one day
I'm walking in a bookstore when-

I come across this book,
the book your mom would always read.
Reminded me of your fear
and told me that I need-

to buy this book and give it to you.
That way you would now
have something to remind you
of your mother and of how-

she loved you and she cared for you.
I'd hope that this would aid
in reassuring that your loss
of memory won't be made.

Of course I did not tell you all the
thoughts inside my head.
Instead I just gave you the book
and this was all I said,

"I saw this in the bookstore
and it made me think of you.
I hope that when you look at it
you think of someone too."

It's little things like this that show
that someone really cares
and thinks about the things you say
even when you're not there.

So try and notice little things
that people do for you.
There may be so much more behind it
than you thought you knew.

And this is what love is to me,
atleast....a little bit.
But I've gone on long enough
so here is where I'll end it.

Til next time