I cannot remember the last time someone looked at me like that,
just as you do -
with curious eyes full of awe and wonder,
looking at me as if there was no one else they'd rather see.
Soaking up each line on my face,
the shift of my eyes, the creases gained from my smile -

Once you had looked at me enough
confident, there never would be an inch of my face you didn't recognise
You pulled me close, wrapping me into your arms -
your life, your heart!
My world was consumed by you,
your magnetic pull, your strength, your smell
so that I was surrounded by the depth of your breath,
the rise and fall of your beautiful chest.

When the hour came, under the lampshade of this old creaking tree,
while the rare Irish sun shun above, so warm and sweet,
I believed you as you whispered those three innocent words, times by three -
and in that moment never more in love with you could I be.