She holds her self back
from feeling the intensity
the magic that the moment brings
Almost scared to encounter here her heart.
Its fine
the summers Sun soon will warm
where her blood longs its flow
and those aching arms shall reach
For the love she longs to know.
I whispered a silent thought
upon the soft breeze today
It held its own
Like a feather falling, twirling down
It seemed to rest itself gently to the ground.
The day rode its way across the horizon
The soft nights chill filled the air
held us together in a comfort
that words shared and dressed in warmth
She knew my soul and liked it
But does she know?

Alisdaire O'Caoimph