Do you love me?
He says yes.
I ask how much?
He says guess.
He turns and sleeps.
The soft snore
Makes me think,
Like times before.
I know this love.
It is good,
Faces down storms
As love should.
But that soft snore
Makes me look
To love I know
In a book.
Those pages are old;
But romance
Still makes words there
Slowly dance.
I dream each night,
In the dark,
The snore destroys
That book mark.
Hearts Still Care 