I can tell they're in love by the way their chairs face one another on the front porch,
Their cups of tea left abandoned on the table between them,
Spoons beside the cups with little dried circles from where their tea puddled up.
Him reading to her that same old book that she's heard twenty times before.
He smiles as he folds over the top right corner of the novel,
For it has been folded twenty times before.
At that page everytime,
I can tell theyre in love.
Because at that page, on that front porch,
He takes a deep breath.
He looks into the distance, and at his life bride.
He smiles as she smiles.
Just like twenty times before.