You look beautiful
in that dress;
dark, but not black,
thin, spaghetti straps,
hidden in the way your hair
falls about your shoulders.
You look like a picture.
In the light,
right there,
you would fit in
in New York,
or Paris,
but we’re just going out
to our favorite place.
A get-away from this human pace.
The world won’t matter tonight.
I won’t talk about work
and I’ll leave my phone in the car
and I’ll listen to you
tell me about your dreams,
your fears,
or whatever.
I’ll look at your face;
set with the most beautiful
brown eyes
and watch your lips form words
and wonder
at how fortunate I was
to have met you when I did.
To think;
there was a chance
I might have missed you.
In these moments,
rare as diamonds,
flawless and brilliant;
I am as Blessed as any man,
any man in history.
You make me smile.
You make me laugh
and when the night is done,
we return home,
and fall into each other.
A vision of beauty in my arms;
her breath upon my neck
and the whole time
I have been thinking;
“I love you.”
HG – 2017
