You notice all the little things about  me.
All  the  stuff  that  others miss,  you see.
So,  with a smile  or just a look,  I know you read  me  like  a book,
and  then you care and seize the moment: Just like an angel, heaven sent.
I’ve never  cared  for anyone,  like  I care for you.
Your caring touch renews my life,  like  the  morning dew.
I want to always care  for  you, like you care for me;
and notice all the little things
the heart alone can see.

©1999 Michael S. Davis