What do you see, when my face you look at..
Do you see my lips curved in a smile.
Or the furrow of my brows..
Or the worry in my eyes.
What do you hear, when my voice you hear
Do you hear the laugh.
Or the trepidation I feel..
Or the sob that I hold back.
What do you feel, when my hand you hold..
Do you feel the soothing touch.
Or the need to hold on tight
Or the desperation of my grip.
You do feel all of what I feel, don’t you..
And continue to hold on strong, just for me.
You do feel the heaviness in the heart, don’t you..
And still stand as my rock, weathering everything without a word.