Love

 It’s a funny thing,
Like when he smiles at me,
That certain smile,
And I know just what he means.
But I always ask,
It’s a game we play.
He knows I already know,
And he knew that I would ask.
“Why are you smiling?”
He laughs,
“Because I love you.”
It’s a funny thing.

k.a.stryker ©June 12, 2001