Listen

The way you speak is comforting, by now,
But don't imagine that by that I mean
Your words or manners have forgotten how
To make me listen to you. I am keen
To hear you speak forever, nor am I
Lulled into inattention by the sound.
Rather, I drink it in as it goes by
Wishing they had no terminus or bound,
Watching your face, your hands, your eyes express
Your meaning as your voice and they combine;
Loving your altogether loveliness
Of which they are but a beloved sign
And thinking as I listen and observe
How much more is your love than I deserve.