You look at them,
I look at you,
our thoughts light-years apart.
But I will whisper,
in your ear,
in hope to change your heart.
You think of them and evening dress,
the candles,
silverware.
I think of only,
you and them,
I close my eyes to dare.
You put them on,
they touch your skin,
you turn and ask me “See?”
I want to burst,
in billion pearls,
and let you swim in me.
To my Anabella