No other person can surely know what another person truly thinks, feels.
I need to tell you…
You don’t know
At least I believe you can’t know
how can you know…
You need to know
How much your words mean
to my heart.
Some would agree that “It’s only work.”
It’s only a job.
But then I find those times when even I have to disagree
For here, now brings me the gift
my communion. My connection. My community.
And you make my soul sing.
How can that be “just a job”???