How dare you steal my thunder?
In three glorious words you destroyed me,
my mighty stone walls crumbling over your soft gaze.


"Exhibit A, your honor: my love for you."

"If the ladies and gentlemen of the jury would please
note the depth of this fine specimen,
observe the numberless sparkles of wonder
and the welcoming blindness of devotion,


Instead you smiled at me,
your small fingers caressing the back of my neck.
"I love you," you breathed,
descending upon me as your cheek snuggled in next to my over-sized nose.

My heart beats against yours, racing, straining past the quarter pole,
my cheeks rise in pleasure, but my gut droops, defeated.

"I love you too," I sigh, caressing the dimple on your right cheek,
holding you tightly.