Some people feel loved through a random act,

Like cleaning the garage or feeding the cat

Others like gifts and things they like,

Like jewelry or candy or Turkish delight

Some like compliments,

pretty words making them feel more than competent

Still others a touch, a warm embrace for when you’re tired of the race

And others, like me,

Would rather just sit under a tree

We don’t have to talk

But we can if you want

I just want to know you

And won’t you let me show you

How much you mean to me?

Just spend a little of your time

A minute, an hour, either would be sublime

To take our sweet and precious time

To just _be _