Oh God, give a woman with a beautiful smile, a smile overflowing with warmth, tenderness and pure, unabashed love. A smile that shows me how glad she is to see me. You know, just give me a smile. She doesn't have to be beautiful, but she really has to show that warmth, tenderness and pure joy of seeing me one more time.
And she gave me a smile. With her eyes fixed intently on mine, she smiled at me. I said: "I heard you walk in". And she answered: "Yes, it's me, I'm here", almost cooing. I felt her warmth and I felt the joy of living. Strange, how those words: "Yes, it's me, I'm here", can do a better job of transmitting pure love than the emptiness of those three often misused words: "I love you".
She doesn't have to say the three words. Her eyes and smile have better speech. I don't have to say anything, she knows I stand by her.
All woman, I see a child in her ready smile and penetrating eyes. I see a child in her joyful heart and innocent soul. God has blessed me with the love of this woman. I want nothing more of this life, but her.
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