Thinking of Her and Thinking of Him

Thinking of Her

That's all he can think about. 

Just her.

Every single day.

Her flowing sleek hair(he's sure he uses more conditioner than her), 

cascading down her shoulders.

Down to her silky dress,

that flows from her slender waist,

to her heeled shoes.

Of course she blames her clumsiness on her heels,

but her stumbles and trips make the dance all the more memorable.

The gloved hand he takes to help her up.

Her dazzling eyes,

that sparkle with joy.

So much different than all the rest.

So much more unique.

He marvels at the hope she brings,

the happiness she gives.

Her gorgeous smile that brings anyone out of sorrow.

The power she radiates,

such confidence and bravery.

And her pale cheeks that redden,

and blush,

with all the compliments.

He teases and jokes,

making her roll her eyes,

but of course she still giggles anyway.

In his eyes,

she lights up the room,

and she's the only one there.

And before he leaves,

he looks, 

just once more,

at her rosy pink lips.

And she leans forward,

giving him a kiss.

And the last thing he hears,

are the discreetly whispered words,

I love you.