For some, I was a whisper often lost,
For others, I was silence with no prods.
But for him, I was the words he never said,
And for her, I was his eyes, she always read.
For some, I was time that sure becomes past,
For others, I was seconds that fly so fast.
But for her, I was the hours she waited for him,
And for him, the moments he brought her a grin.
For some I was a tear in the eye,
For others I was a moment of goodbye.
But for them I was a smile they always wore,
A smile that said all, a smile to adore
Fortunate I was to be part of their lives.
Without them, I wouldn’t have survived.
Some evince me by roses, some by doves,
But for them I was Love, for them I was love.
