the way you would look at me
how your eyes sparkled when you
talked about your favorite books
your soft and raspy voice when you would say good morning and I would look up into your bubbly blue eyes with your arms around me
that's what made me question the
word love and what it meant
those little things you would do and
only I would notice,
those are the things that I fell in love
with in the winter
(j.s)
