Love comes in different sizes
different faces
a variety of communications
various hearts

The strange thing is this
you never know
just how close that love is
a heart beating
someone's lending ear
romantic
or kindness from one's heart

Love comes in different forms
recognizable
but we must want to see it
want to feel it
it's there
sometimes we have to search

Other times
it's right under our noses
Strange thing...

if you had stabbed me with a knife
it couldn't hurt any worse
if you knocked me down on the ground
at least I could have gotten up
if you split a piece of my skin
at least I could stop the blood flowing
if you stepped on my toes
it might even have done me some good
but some things don't heal
some things never heal
a broken heart sometimes
takes years to mend
but it eventually does
I've seen it too many times
felt it many lifetimes over
still, a wound is a wound is a wound
and some stab much deeper
some tears a person to shreds
some wounds don't heal
and it's sad to think of those kinds
but they're there
they pull you down
even when all else goes well
but the deep wounds
have a tendency
to make us forget the good things
if you had stabbed me with a knife
at least my heart could rest

Now that the door has stopped slamming
and that calm has taken its place
it's my turn for a peaceful evening
it's the last tonight you'll see this face
The lights are all dim med - turned low
quiet is all that flows within
it's time to say 'good night to all'
to both family and a friend
So sweet dreams to each and every one
may your hearts be filled with love
may angels bring you peace tonight
that's what I'm dreaming of

I cook the meals
wash the dishes
wash clothes
do the ironing
the sweeping
the mopping
the vacuuming
dusting
knock down webs
clean the toilets
make the beds
...
shoot..
I do everything
that a maid does
and then some
where's MY money?