Love

She stands there, cold and sick. Wind blowing past in the dark hallway of buildings. He looks upon her, looks not upon her shivery body but her face lovely as it is. She’s looks at the floor as he approaches slowly. Foot steps sound off in the puddles as they splash on through. He opens his coat one that is long and past his knees, wool as it appears, and drapes the sides along her shoulders. Hugging her tightly in his arms she looks up to him and he looks back. Hazel is the color of her eyes he notices. Hazel is the color of his passion for this girl in his arms. He takes his he hand and swipes the hair from her face and eyes and keeps staring into those eyes. They become part of him, the fantasy that never leaves. He knows what he must say but there is no words that can be said, so he leans in that they kiss. They kiss for what seems like an eternity, they kiss with passion and love, they kiss for it is there love that they understand. She smiles to him and lays her head upon his wet shoulder as the rain continues to come down form the over passing light breaking sky. And he smiles back and holders her just a little tighter. Never to leave her again he knows, never to leave her in the rain while he sees that she is the one for him, and that is when she speaks the soft and warm words from her soul, “I love you…”