I stare at you
You stare at me.
Me eyes whisper,
A silent plea.
Please tell me your letters were true, my love,
Don't condemn me to that basement again.
I stare at you,
You stare at me,
Butterflies chase each other in my stomach,
You're still as beautiful as ever.
Stay away from the basement love,
Your baby's home to stay.
Tears stream down our faces,
Maybe we don't think on such a different basis.
Your sobs mirror mine as we move to embrace,
I press my lips gently against your cheek.
Tears streams down our faces,
Giving your cheeks a watery glow.
I choke out a sob as we cuddle close,
The warmth of your kiss melts my heart,
As always.
Lyria
10/5/03
I'm thinking of doing another follow up piece, set about a year or two after this meeting – watch this space (if you want, that is.)