We sat in the same loveseat,
reading the same book,
about the same romance,
to the sound of a storm.
I admit that a few times,
I was reading you,
and not the book.
Please forgive me.
It was getting chilly,
and you leaned in to say,
it was my turn to get blankets,
and make the hot chocolate.
I left that warm loveseat,
and departed to our freezing kitchen.
I shivered as I made our drinks,
wishing I was back reading you.
Returning I saw you sitting,
covered by half of a blanket.
It wasn't the drink, or the blanket,
that warmed me in that moment.
It was when you glanced up,
and smiled.
5 comments:
good imagery. i saw the scene. soo romantic. i wish that for you. i see that for you someday.
I, too, can actually "see" this scene. This is a beautiful piece of work.
aw.. i like it :)
yep, sold! it's a winner, freaking looove it :)
I love this poem. I really liked the other one you wrote, too, but this one just makes me realize how very gifted you are to be able to write such a loving poem. You deserve the kind of love you describe - and I know one day a very lucky woman is going to steal your heart.
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