loving

she sits staring at him,
as those strings he gently plays,
in silence she listens to words he
hums,
and in these words,
a beauty be praised,
to a lady of worth he hath found,
so sweet be the words,
that the sun to set can not,
and so to the horizon she laze,
watching this lover,
a heart out pour...
to such a lady pride has,
that such a man his love can tell,
and in such a moment tears fall,
the joy of love hard to hold,
too great it be for her to bear,
and his words to her birds invite,
little feathers a witness of love be,
in this for two that be shared,
a soul in silence wishes he could,
that for her more than a heart
can give,
small gifts many a women
treasure,
and in say he,
that fate such a hand on him did
not play,
and down it tears him,
that among friends,
his lady a nothing walks with,
and so flash they bangles and
bracelettes,
a price competition show down
make,
and they talk of dinner under
stars,
movies in added dimensions,
least do they know that such a
lady,
material love doesn't she seek,
for her a locket in love they
share,
and such be her most valued...
such love that be true,
in all ways that men judge,
and in soft whispers she tells him,
that there be nothing in the
world precious,
than the love to her he does
confess,
and with such few words,
a smile is brought,
and in kisses his song ends,
a tender embrace to chase that
sun..