as she sat and stared at him,
his eyes affixed on his words,
she fell in love.
She fell in love with his passion,
He tapped away at the keys,
penning works everyone would someday read
as much as she admires him
in this moment.
He taps, types, tinkering with phrases
stringing them together with
ease and eloquence.
all but the tap of imaginary conversations
within his pages and paragraphs.
And all she can do
and admire his desire to create
And she hopes
and he hopes
together, they hope
to see these words grow
as will their lives
Crap, guys. I almost made myself cry with this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!