Fiction

Just You

April 30, 2010

The day we met, chemistry arose. Could it be?

I brought words to my fears, and you calmed them. It mattered not.

Fun, quirky and loving. You make me laugh.

My arm linked in yours. At home.

You wake me up to say good morning. Grogginess and love.

You look them in the eye and bring value. I see people differently.

Who you are, is no façade. What you give is what I get.

Your voice, your touch your smell. Perfection.

Fortunate I am, to have your affection. Blessed.

Take the rose-colored glasses off, and still, our love is real.

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  • Vero May 1, 2010 at 3:00 PM

    This is very moving Lani.

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