A Quiet Ordinary

How blessed am I, that Fortune's gentle hand should lead me unto thee. For in thy smile I find a quiet sun, and in thine arms a place where I may be. Thou need'st not speak a thousand words of love; for love hath tongues that silence understands. A tender touch, a glance, a gentle deed— these are the vows that need no golden bands. Thy heart is soft, thy spirit true and kind, a rarest grace in this uncertain world. And fate hath intertwined my path with thine, and I am grateful that our hearts have met. I love thy quirks, thy laughter and thy ways, the thoughtful mind that sees the world anew; and every quiet, ordinary day becomes more beautiful when spent with you. No grander vow need shine before the world; some loves are truest when quietly lived. For this is blessing enough: your dear heart meets with mine, and I may rest, for a while, tucked into you. If love be fortune, then I am rich indeed— for I have found a gentle soul to treasure.