Impressions

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.