• whitewings 27w

    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