The Perfect Fire

I sit down in our chair, as you make a fire.

I watch your every move.

Slow, careful, precise-you make no mistakes as to where you want each log.

This is why I love you.

You know what you want, and you make no mistakes in trying.

As you stack the logs and light the match, I wonder how you chose me.

I know what made me choose you, I know exactly what it was.

Out of nowhere, I realized what was in front of me.

Your laughter, your voice, you loving tone,

The hugs, the kisses, the nights on the phone.

The smiles, the dimples, the holding of hands,

The music, the fun, the future plans.

The dates, the times, the moments shared with you,

The ball games, the beach days, the rainy days too.

I should have seen it sooner, but I am glad it took so long.

You are the harmony to my heart’s song.

You look back at me, and I see that smile of yours,

Grinning, planning, something precious, I’m sure.

The fire is lit, you walk over to me and sit.

You take my hand, hold it tenderly, and whisper “I love you.”

I loose my breath and start to cry,

that’s when your true colors show.

You wrap me up in your arms, hold me, love me, say again!

You kiss my face, forehead, cheeks, chin, lips.

You say it again, “I LOVE YOU” and I whimper,

Softly, my voice is cracking, my hands start to quiver.

I look into your eyes, I see it, it’s there, you really do, Love me.

This is the first time I have heard those words come out of your mouth.

I look up at you once more, I try to speak,

then you say, “I Love you More.”

I think in my head, “How did you know?”

You sigh, “Your face gave you away.”

In this sweet moment, I now realize,

he knows, and it’s returned. I am free.

I can fall, and I know you will fall with me,

to catch me, to be with me.

You look in my eyes, and say it again,

“I Love You.”

I love that word, “Love,” the way rolls off your lips.

Then, to my surprise, you say to me,

“The day is not over, I have something to say,”

I’m searching for something, I don’t know what, but I look.

You stand up, press “Play” on the remote, take my hand, and we dance.

The most beautiful songs about love, hearts, being together forever,

You stop swaying with me, you drop down on one knee,

You look up as you pull a box out of your pocket,

You hide it so I can’t see, and then you ask,

“Wilt thou Marry Me?”

As a solemn tear falls, I nod, vigorously,

“Yes” I manage to get past my quivering lips.

You open the box, and inside,

sit’s the most precious stone I had ever seen.

Small, dainty, beautiful, and made just for me.

You slipped the ring on my hand,

and told me every thing that you had planned for our future.

My heart was becoming overwhelmed with joy.

You said you wanted children, many children, and a home in the country,

You said you wanted to take care of me.

Everything I had dreamed for, you wanted.

I had never told you my dreams, at least, not these.

“I LOVE YOU” You shout one more time.

I say it back, slowly, softly, tenderly.

Like the fire you had built up, the night was shaping beautifully.

All of this, from just three words, simple ones at that.

“I Love You,” so powerful, so honest,

This night turned out amazing,

For this, I am Glad.