The Hope

Its the simple things
You do for me
A knowing glance, or two, or three
A brush of our hands
And a well planned note
I treasure the words
That for me you wrote
A stolen chance
To spend a minute in sight
To indulge in thoughts
Of your delight
At sitting near me
Of speaking to me
A tiny gift and the cup of tea
Made with care
The secret kiss behind a closed door
And the hope of more, and more
And the hope of so much more