it’s soft, the glow from the candle,
providing a perfect circle of warm light
that envelopes the dinner table,
separating it off from the other diners,
as though they’re not even there.
somehow it both silhouettes and
accentuates her face at the same time.
her face.
you don’t remember ever seeing anything
so lovely, so perfect.
you need to tell her.
you know you don’t tell her nearly enough.
your love for her is immense,
overwhelming really.
what would you do without her?
who would you even be?
the light reflects in her eyes.
her eyes.
all that you could ever wish to see,
the universe itself,
is in those eyes.
you’re lost in them now,
as she reaches across the table
and gently takes your hand into hers.
her eyes falter just a second, glance away,
then back again as she begins to speak,
her voice a harmonious melody,
and now her words are upon you,
‘honey,’ she whispers,
‘we need to talk…’
Wonderful.