You're lucky.
Do you know that?
He loves you,
Do you know that?
So purely, beautifully, willingly,
Do you know that?

My heart aches for that.
The love of a kind man,
The sweet gestures,
Spontaneous serenading,
Forehead kisses.
The butterflies start to become prominent just pondering the wonders!

Do you know how lucky you are?

Two in a bed;
One is asleep,
The other, playing her a lullaby.
The Third?
She's writing.
Dreaming of the day when someone will show her that love.

Sitting in silence,
Observing.
Not all notice the girl,
Sitting at the back of the room,
Her black hair falling between her eyes.
She blows the wisps out of the way,
Continues analysing.
Watching couples ****** each other,
She gags.

The corpse lay on the floor,
It looked like he was sleeping.
No blood,
No *****,
Obviously the poison was quick.
Death picks his victim up, gently, trying not to disturb the crime scene.
A little boy was the first to find him, shakes him,
Why do they always shake them?
The girl and father next.
A quick car trip later and another girl knows, the oldest.
She screams in the street, letting all know what has happened.
The vet's post-mortem shows that mystery was the murderer
Either that or a Heart Attack.
The elder girl never saw him after he passed
And she never will again.

One hand,
On the left shoulder.
Comforting a shaking girl.
Shaking,
Sniffling,
Sobbing.
It means more than he could ever know.
It's not a hand,
It's just a show that someone knows her well enough to comfort her in the way she loves best.
Not a counselling session,
Not eloquent words,
Or condolences,
But simply the physical presence, the "being there".
She craves that,
Simple touch, no ulterior motives, no....
Nothing,
Save the being-there-ness.
He gives her that, simple love, no romance or anything,
Anything like that.
The warmth of his palm permeates to her soul, reminding her that someone is there, someone is caring quietly, praying, protecting her.
He may give terrible hugs, but he gives, he gives.

I was told to keep it awhile,
To give it to Him.
It's ... challenging ... to give one's heart away,
When one cannot see to whom they are giving it to.
Even more of a challenge when another is wanting your heart,
And you're almost willing to oblige