how it is

she looks up when I walk in
and always there is that smile.

six months is only a few hours to her
and that smile touches her eyes.

her voice carries to me on no words at all
and what I say she understands.

I never have to explain to her—
she accepts all thoughts and understands.

she is not my wife, my friend, or my lover.
she is not my sister, my daughter, or my mother.

she is not human and neither is our love.
she is not your God and He cannot know her.

I will have her for all the length of my life.
she is not even mine, but more mine than yours.