Love, in small gestures

Taking doggo for a walk

He holds my hand, we softly talk

We pass a field that’s stuffed with flowers

Bursting now from summer showers

He stoops and picks one at our feet

In one deft move, he skips no beat

And with a gentlemanly flair

He nestles it behind my ear

And walking on in our own rhythm

I think about just why I’m with him

In these small gestures love is bursting

He shows me why I’m never thirsting

The kind of love that’s wide and whole

Is all you need to quench your soul…