My feelings and thoughts were
very commercial.
Maybe as if I had planned
how I was supposed to feel.
My words were not
thought provoking,
yet stained his heart.
I was elementary
trying to grow older in an instant.
He was crawling around me,
begging for my touch.
I acted in a nonsense manner
and rejected his loving hand.
i wanted so badly to tell him
I was madly in love with him,
I resisted.
To resist the love that is
being put upon you,
is to burn the air around you.
My heart was of pure ice.
He shuddered in my presence.
I was empty,
full of lost feelings.
He was gracious and
filled with bliss.
He was everything
that I could have asked for,
and I was shunning him.
He didn't give up.
He asked for my love.
He asked for my hand.
I hesitated in fear of him hurting.
He promised upon promise,
releasing my tension.
He kissed, and touched,
leaving me wanting more.
I wiped my eyes,
and held him like nothing before.
We cradled each other in our arms,
praying that nothing would loosen our grip.
Thanking God
that we had each other,
we made love.
