Love Poem: Safe and Sound
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Written by: Chris Boskovski

Safe and Sound

She loved him-
oh yes she did.
Foolish.
Young.
Fragile.
Weak-hearted.
Naïve.
She loved him,
and she cared for him;
she would die for him.

Yet, not even a heart-felt
"hello" from his lips,
from his nasty, bitter tongue.
His blue eyes,
blond hair,
his Arian Nazi look
snapped her pretty heart in two.

Devastated.
Tears flow.
As she lays in bed.
A phone call to a dear friend...
and that's where I come into
the picture.

Like her feeling for that boy,
who broke her heart;
I felt that same for her.
I was in love with her,
but her eyes covered, blinded by
tears couldn't see my love for her.

I sit with her,
as she uses my shirt sleeves
for tissue paper.
My voice comforts her,
jokes make light of things,
lifting her just a bit out
of darkness.
She lay there, lost,
not knowing what's around her.
Tired.
Weak.
Betrayed.
Heartbroken.
Confused.

Words spoken so softly from
tongue and lips to tongue and lips.
She looks at me-eyes red, puffed up, tears
rolling down her red cheeks,
I hear her heart bet,
her lips look inviting
wanting to be loved.

"Your heart beats fast for it to be broken." I say,
she laughs and covers her face.
I lift her head with the lift of her chin,
I take one last look at shattered pride,
and I kiss her- oh I kiss her so sweetly.
She grabs my hand softly and places it around her.

There for only a couple seconds of time
everlasting eternity
love everlasting.
Kiss, kiss, kiss we do and we do- a show
of love and appreciation.
I stroke her Autumn hair.
and I kiss again,
with the swing of the tongue
she strikes back.
Feeling her soft, petite hands on my shoulders,
she melts away.

Our minds go insane; I feel heat from
blushing and nervous cheeks,
I taste her and she tastes sweet.

We there on her bed,
love takes place
she turns out the light,
locks her door,
opens her heart and soul,
as we lay on that bed
painted with pink sheets.
She lays there in my arms,
her arm across my chest;
she feeling safe and sound,
a cup full of love,
flowing rivers continue to flow,
as nightingales sing outside in beautiful gardens,
love all around-all around-
she laying there with me, safe and sound,
safe and sound.

.3.19.2014.