Eyes always waiting to alight with a smile on cue,
Tempered by a voice, often gruff, but secretly warm.
A swallow flits across his hand,
Suggesting at stories from many sunsets ago,
And you'd know, if only to ask, he'd happily tell.
Sometimes outwardly assesing, but inwardly, always adoring,
Paitently imploring for a kiss upon the cheek.
Never without an opinion,
Never without a glow at making one smile.
Big hearted, always generous,
We will listen to your echo.