Shaken, to the core
the first moment I saw you,
infatuated November 15
and every day since,
weeks waiting with nervous hand
wanting desperately to hear your voice
fearful my own would tremble
and seeing you, bathed in a light
you had walked right out of my dreams
everything that was not you faded away
I was entranced with your brown eyes
and your voice, a melody, the only one
I wanted to hear
hands small and soft, fitting
like puzzles, inside mine,
you are my dawn and dusk
you can turn grey skies into sunlight,
weave gold into the darkness
you were,
are,
my home.