Maybe It's ...

This is from a good friend of mine

Maybe it's the way he cries.

Tears fall from his eyes, but they seem to come from the very depths of his soul. It's as if the salty liquid has traveled through-out his body, from his toes to his fingers and up. When he cries, it's like watching each drop find it's way home.

You try to touch him -- console him -- but even your arms can't keep him with you. When he cries, he is far away and lost. This sadness comes from a place that you cannot even imagine, much less reach. It makes you feel inadequate. It makes you feel strong. When he cries, he reminds you with silence how much you are needed.

Or maybe it's the way he smiles. That gleam in his eye cannot be mistaken for anything but love. Even the harshest people must weaken when they see him smile. His smile may not light a room, but it somehow lights my soul. He smiles at you, and it reveals everything.

Maybe it's the way he pushes your buttons until the very last moment, then flutters obedience in his lashes. He knows all the right things to say and do to get you to the brink of anger, without going over the edge. He sends that impish grin your way, knowing exactly where you are. Just when you think you're going to have to berate him to get him to obey, he lowers her eyes, tilts his head, and does exactly what he should.

Maybe it's as simple as a single word, spoken in an awed whisper -- that word that is only for you. Maybe thats all it takes to mean love.