a poem

as she sat and stared at him,

his eyes affixed on his words,

she fell in love.

She fell in love with his passion,

his drive,

his intelligence.

He tapped away at the keys,

penning works everyone would someday read

and admire

as much as she admires him 

in this moment.

He taps, types, tinkering with phrases

and words,

stringing them together with

ease and eloquence.

In silence

they sit,

all but the tap of imaginary conversations

and announcements

coming alive

within his pages and paragraphs.

And all she can do

is sit

and stare

and admire his desire to create

to share

to inspire.

And she hopes

and he hopes

together, they hope

to see these words grow

and develop

as will their lives

together

in love

as one.

Crap, guys. I almost made myself cry with this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 

love, Ellen