Sonnet 103 – Small Things

I love to feel how your fingers twine in
my hair while you lean over me and tell
me that we belong.  I cannot begin
to tell you how you move me or how well

you fit every nook of me.  It is
in the small things that our larger truths are
revealed to us.  It’s in the way you kiss
me when no one is looking, as though there

might be someone to disapprove of two
souls so truly met.  It’s in the way we
yearn for each other every hour you
are apart from me.  Angel – promise me

that you’ll see this small man become greater
by your love, that his love brings you pleasure.