Love Is Everywhere

I have been fortunate to witness many forms of love in my life sometimes I feel as if I’m living in a storybook because, like the pages in a fairy tale, love is everywhere I look. Take the other day in a restaurant Love was there for me to see In a father and his daughter… who were sitting across from me. I’m certainly no expert… but when it comes to love…I have seen much… enough to recognize it in a daughter’s hug… and the gentleness of a father’s touch. Enough to know its grandeur… its shape, its charm… the beauty of its style as I saw it carved upon their faces and etched upon their smiles. Enough to see when a father and daughter sat together… how delightfully they synthesized Enough to watch their love rise up and rest within their eyes And though I did not listen in (It was not for me to hear) I saw love pass between them When she whispered in his ear. Once again I was in the presence of love. It never fails to astound me… It seems wherever I am…if I open my eyes love…is all around me. For when she whispered in her father’s ear when I watched a beautiful moment shared As I sat there…in that restaurant I knew Love… is everywhere.