• Laying under the stars at night
    the sound of our breathing
    is one of the many sounds this night
    the crickets chirping
    their soft quiet melodys
    the wind blowing the grass
    and the trees as quiet as
    a soft hushed whipser
    trees swaying lightly back and forth
    the moon casting dreamy shadows
    across the field
    your hand warm against mine
    the soft gently pulse beting against my wrist
    like a soft tap on the shoulder
    or the wind blowing very very lightly like
    an ocean breeze
    then as you say
    "I Love You."
    Thoose words take my breath away