It’s not in the way you touch my hand
It’s not in the way you smile
It’s not in the way, you travel the land
The many thousands of miles
It’s in the way your eyes crinkle up
The way your voice says my name
The love felt through the timber
Realizing it’s not more of the same
It’s better
Better than ever before
Re teaching me love can be a game
Game of love that keeps changing
Better than ever before
~Divin