Three Simple Words

I see him standing there,

Nose buried in a book,

Curly rings of black

Falling over emeralds

 

Emeralds that melt my core.

As if I spoke aloud,

His eyes rose and found mine,

A smile twinkling there.

 

Husky, deep tones float

To my ears, arranging themselves

Into words, their tone

Sending shivers down my spine.

 

More shivers of pleasure pass

As he puts down his book

And walks toward me, arms

Open for a loving embrace.

 

I fall into them automatically,

Feeling safe in his strong arms,

And look up to see in his eyes

That feeling forever present in my heart.

 

His lips start to move, forming the

Words for the first time. Three

Simple words.  Yet enough power to

Pour tears of joy, clogging my view

Of those prefect emeralds.

 

But it didn't matter.

I don't need to see it in his eyes

Or hear his lips form the words.

I can feel it, our hearts connected.

 

I feel the raw power

of those

Three Simple Words.

Reviews

[TheKaylaPup]

Nice poem, simple yet powerful. Good job.