Love does not consist in gazing at each other,
but in looking outward together
in the same direction.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
A quiet walk in the woods,
then sitting by that cool lake,
talking about things understood,
secrets we can give and take.
Understanding pain that we share,
telling of things long gone past,
even admitting truth we dare,
to remove the hurt at last.
One of the things I love in you,
short strides that path so narrow,
suggesting what we need to do,
of how to face our sorrow.My life now is so very full,
from the things you do for me,
you turn my day to light, from dull,
lighting the way for me to see.As we walk you hold my hand,
along this happy path together,
talking of everything that we plan,
for you are my bellwether.