Just A Thought

The girl sits and smiles;
She knows they mean well,
But hopes and prays
He doesn't see this as hell.
Her head knows what's smart,
But her heart knows only what it feels:
He is her glorious knight,
And ev'ry one of his kisses heals
Whatever might ail her.
Whether a knight of white or black,
She knows he would defend and protect,
Battling whatever might attack.
As her parents poke and prod,
She giggles a bit,
And prays to God
He doesn't think her a simple-minded twit.
She feels his arms around her,
And a shiver courses
Through her body,
Her heart pounding as hooves of a million horses.
He whispers in her ear,
And every word he says is bliss;
Then he leans down
And gives her a kiss.
She feels lost in a world
That she never wants to leave -
She loves every little thing,
Every quirk and pet peeve,
And she can't help but wonder
What is in store,
A great friendship or
(Please, God) something more....

~ January 19, 2009 ~