Ode

You tore at my seams
With the looks you gave.
Shaking to my core,
I accepted your hand
And called out to the heavens,
"Is this the love
Of which you spoke?"
You spoke words to me
That brought fire to my cheeks,
And a warm, happy feeling
To my soul.
Your lips grazed mine in
The dim light of the evening,
And I had to clamp down
On my heart of hearts
To keep it from running off.
That was long ago,
But here you are...
Still mine.
Thank you.

--C.R.E.