This Wonderful Guy

A soft smile is playing across my lips... as i feel rose petals 'neath my fingertips, and I think once again, how lucky am I... to have all the love of this wonderful guy. The flowers were followed by a brief note, my heart thrilled within at the words that he wrote; "Will you meet me at seven? You know where I'll be, we have plans for the evening, just you and me." Then a messenger came with a basket, "What's this?" and I laugh, in amazement... it's a huge chocolate kiss! I'd never have thought it, but how lucky am I... to have all the love of this wonderful guy. TGIF crossed my mind, when a package arrived, wrapped in shiny paper, bright bow all contrived to give it a frivolous touch of flair, oh I wonder whatever could be in there? I'm glad that no one could see my surprise... catch the blush on my cheeks, or the glow in my eyes, for hidden in tissue, where i'd never guess were lacy black garments, quite nice, i confess... then a key on a ribbon of red satin fell out... the tag named a hotel...that's what this was about! How romantic, I thought... and how lucky am I, to have all the love of this wonderful guy. He considers the hours we spend together, he's there through sunshine and in rainy weather. His love's an umbrella between us and the storm of a world that can often be less than warm. His work takes him farther than I'd like to see but I always know that he's thinking of me... and I wonder how he liked the red poppies i sent? or the letter I wrote with romantic intent? Did he laugh and smile at the chinese box kite... with the note saying "mmmmm, honey...we'll fly tonight"? but I'm really most curious, I must confess... at the look on his face, I can only guess, how he felt as he touched the forest green folds of the robe he'd admired, 'midst the blues and the golds, at the silk market we'd strolled through, it hasn't been long, since the weeks that we passed in busy Hong Kong. That same day he offered his heart on a string, and I smile as i look down at the simple gold ring, that reminds me again, how very lucky am I... to hold all the love of this wonderful guy.all comments and critiques welcomed Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 10:37 AM PST   0 • 8