He says

I love how he says,

When the wind whistles,

He hears my voice.

He says he sees me

In the laughter of children.

He watches the sunset,

Hoping to catch a glimpse of my smile.

I love how he says

The rain reminds him of my touch.

It slides down the middle of his back,

Caressing  and tickling his skin.

He says he can smell me

In the garden's midnight scent.

The traces of lemongrass, mint and lavender

Remind him of just how much I love my tea.

I love how he says

He sees me in his own eyes. 

For I have stared into them long enough 

To make an impression.

He says I coloured his view of the world, 

That I made him glad.

I love how he says 

I love you

In so many ways.

I love.