The quietness of love
Your love was not the bold pretentious kind,
That presses hard with promise, flowery phrase
But quietly patient with a mind inclined
To understatement and to factual praise.
You listened when I felt depressed, subdued
And when I was elated, there to cheer.
You gently nudged me from a changing mood,
My doubts and agitation and my fear.
You had your principles, the lines you drew
But action more than words were your domain.
You fixed the roof when I had not a clue
And sorted shelves, machines I found a pain.
You were my rock, deep, sure and always there,
Sustaining with a love I knew would care.