Placing my hand on his hand
while he's driving
as we head to our monthly ritual
of grocery shopping.

Him handing me
the jar of spices
just the moment I need it
while cooking dinner.

Bringing his favorite dessert
for a surprise celebration,
to mark his first success
at a new career endeavor.

Him wrapping a shawl
around my shoulders
as I stay up late night,
writing poems.

Romance isn't always
roses and diamonds.
It's finding magic and bliss
in the mundane and struggle.

It is in being vulnerable,
letting go of all pretence.
It's the way two souls communicate,
even in silence.

©whitewings