Each Time

She moves like a whisper across the floor, Light as a breath through an open door. I watch her spinning sunlight with the lift of her hand, Turning simple moments into something eloquently grand. And I swear the angels slow time Just to give her room to shine. Each time again, I fall in love with her— In the sway of her dancing, in the way she laughs at work. She’s poetry in motion pouring drinks behind the bar, Grace in every gesture, like she’s stitching up the stars. Each time again, I lose my heart to her, And find it in her smile as she works all the while. She hums as she wipes the counter every night, Turns the clink of the glasses into something bright. And sweeping the floor is like a waltz she’s learned by heart, A quiet kind of magic though their the most ordinary parts. I swear I catch myself staring Like when I saw her for the first time. Each time again, I fall in love with her— In the sway of her dancing, in the way she laughs at work. She’s poetry in motion pouring drinks behind the bar, Grace in every gesture, like she’s stitching up the stars. Each time again, I lose my heart to her, And find it in her smile as she shows her grace and style. Maybe love is just the noticing— The quiet truth of everything. How she turns the smallest moment Into something worth remembering. Each time again, I fall in love with her— In the way she moves through life like a soft, unbroken verse. From the dance floor to the bar, to the chores she does at dawn, She’s the rhythm of my heart she’s the place my soul belongs. Each time again, I fall in love with her, And I always will 'til time stands still