Christopher Michael

A Poem by Olivia Yvonne

Maybe it was those eyes
Those beautiful golden eyes
Or those cute freckles
That speckle your cheeks.
Maybe it was that night
The one on the trampoline
When you spoke of stars
And universes and magic

Maybe it was the way
Your fingers first shyly
Brushed mine, then you
Held my hand for hours.
I think all of those late night
Calls might have done it.
As you declared your
Love in the softest whisper

But how could I forget
The hours spent lying
In the soft grass, body
Against body in a
Beautiful silence where
The only sound was my
Heart pounding from your proximity

Maybe it was how you
Kissed me. Your warm lips
Against my throat, pressing
Me to your body until
I became almost absorbed into you.

I have spent countless nights
Wondering what it may have been
That made me fall so deeply
And hopelessly in love with you.
But I never realized it
might have simply been
how beautifully you loved me too