the same poem about you

How can I deny the smile in your eyes
as you watch me from your seat
across the coffee table,
your voice, smooth and sweet,
glazing over pet names
you use to make me laugh--
if this were not love?

How can I deny the gentle hands
that reach over to touch my face--
so warm, blushing as you chuckle
at the softness of my cheeks--
if this were not love?
How can I deny the precious days
that glitter in our memories--
time consumed in silly ways
measured in spoonfuls and cupfuls
despite years since it ran out--
if this were not love?

I need not speak,
and you need not hear
the words to call
the elephant in the room,
even if this were not love,
but you wished to have me--
I would hold you in a heartbeat.