Without Words



He looks at me with happiness.
As if I were a dream.
Something of perfection.
Like snow flakes or seams.
I never intended to be with him.
And here I lay in his arms.
Never called a guy my gem.
Knowing I’m safe from harm.
I would often wonder about it.
If he ever felt the same.
That this woman he found by mistake…
Is literally going insane.
But one day he looks at me clearly.
I ask and he smiles at me.
He cups my face, continuing to stare.
Now I wonder what he sees.

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