All I have to give is words;
they're all I understand.
Repeatedly I give my words
to my Quiet Man.
No sooner does he open them
then they are swept away.
I wish I had a greater gift -
one that would stick and stay.
Words, they might be powerful;
to stimulate or sway
But what are words to a Quiet Man?
What do they convey?
When every night he makes my meals
after working through the day.
When every day he sees my tears
and keeps my fears at bay.
Sometimes I feel I need the words
they're all I understand.
But words are not the way of love
for my Quiet Man.
Would that I could do for him -
I try as best I can
but what gift do I have to give
to show my Quiet Man?
Action is a gift of now;
words echo throughout time.
Action is my Quiet Man.
Prose and rhyme are mine.
Even now I'm falling back
it's all I understand.
Even now I'm crafting words
to gift to Quiet Man.
He sees love in action
and action is my plan
to the degree that I am able
I'll give to Quiet Man.
To show him that I love him
in a way he understands
my every thought is of him
I love you, Quiet Man.
