He looks over her shoulder, <br />To see that 'hope' is written- <br />On the thumb of her hand, <br />He smiles quietly, hidden. <br /> <br />He's the only one who knows <br />Her stories, her secrets, her scars. <br />He holds her like no one else, <br />Cradling her beautiful heart. <br /> <br />They aren't perfect, no one is, <br />To the boy's eyes, she's the closest to perfection. <br />Quietly she sits, singing a tune, <br />He falls for her affection. <br /> <br />Hushing and blushing, <br />He's the only one who can read her. <br />She plays with the hem of her sleeve, <br />He then starts to wonder. <br /> <br />Closer than you could ever imagine, <br />Yet so far apart on location. <br />She waits for her shooting stars, <br />Calling her on to his destination. <br /> <br />Patiently she waits for that day, <br />When she hears his voice smiling. <br />The days where nothing goes wrong, <br />She quietly hopes to touch the ceiling. <br /> <br />Those days they see each other, <br />Are the days they wish would never end. <br />Trying as hard as she can to remain positive, <br />Their stories together-not knowing where to begin. <br /> <br />Like a couple that aren't, <br />She asks if she could wear his jacket. <br />He hands it to her with no questions asked, <br />The smile she hides craves to be in a portrait. <br /> <br />He tells her that she's perfection, <br />He could never leave her behind. <br />The days they patiently wait for are- <br />The days where their hands are intertwined.<br /><br />Heather Cropper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-98/
