”What is love,”
he asked while resting his head on her lap.
She brushed his hair back and resisted placing a kiss on his delicate forehead.
“My darling it’s right in front of you,”
Her lips longed to say.
She gazed into his golden heartbroken eyes,
She spoke softly with a sorrowful smile,
“I still long to know.”
And for the smallest millionth of a second
his eyes widened and his mouth opened,
about to confess the words he had longed to say
the words he had stitched on his heart;













but then he didn’t.