A step of hers is half of his.
Her palm fits snug into his work worn hands.
Her lips touch amongst his as if molded for one and other.
Mustn’t her thought sway, for in a moment, he is along her side.
The complecture of amazonian goddesses, her hand intertwines his.
Setting her hand on her lower abdomen, she raises her eyes towards his.
His hand upon her lips.
“Do not speak.”
She looks into his eyes as if he were to steal her soul from right under her.
“Ok, now tell me, I needed to really look into your eyes for a moment.”
A soft smile works its way through her lips, she carries the result of their love.
“279 days from now we shall be one.”
The creases on his forehead relax.
He tightens his grip onto her hand.
True it is.
A moment he has waited for, a moment of pride and impatience.
The woman he adores carries their future, their hope, their creation.
Need not for them to speak, for they hear without sound.
Taste without tongue, and love without heart.
Eternal is this news.
Eternal is this creation.
Impatience is present.
Love is grand.
Heart is pure.
oo~oo~~oo very interesting. aahh sweet love