My Return To You

Sometimes I wonder

just what it is 

that you do when I'm not there

Do you think of me?

How often?

I must know!

Call me selfish or greedy

But just having you in my life

is far too precious for words

Most of the time

I don't think much of your poems

You're much more lyrical than poetic

and yet...

Your message gets to me

Be it your feelings

Or just something that crossed your mind

I adore it 

More than I will ever admit aloud

Do you know

What your words do to me

how they lift me high 

far too high in the sky

And leave me tumbling

through clouds of whispers

and drowning beneath a sea

of sweet scented sighs

Just the way you whisper my name

Oh, oh, my

I feel like Cinderella at the ball

and that yes, the man I see before me

the gown formed from magic

and the oddly comfortable glass slippers

are indeed quite real

And though I still worry

that the clock will strike midnight

I try to believe in this moment

That this eternal night with you

will never end.

Author's Note

Something just for fun. I'm replying back to a poem my boyfriend wrote. =]