Written words

Mine

She held my hand,
Her fingers gently rubbing
on my knuckles,
Her face,
And her smile,
Looking beautiful under the
sunny sky,
Her eyes looking into mine
every now and again,
Sparkling a little as she looks down,
blushing uncontrollably,
I look at her and think,
"Yeah, this is her. She's the one,"
Because I feel at home in her
embrace,
Her body ever so warm,
It is her,
The one that I love,
And I am blessed because she,
Is mine.

S.B.D7