My perfectly pink lips quiver As hot tears brim my eyes. I nod my head yes; Of course I did. But I loved him much more Than just a nod. He was a deep breath Of fresh air, A shooting star Across a jet black sky, The split second silence Under a highway bridge In the pouring rain.
But I could only nod.
"Smile, darling. You have so much ahead of you."
But once again, I could Muster only a nod. A disbelieving nod, But a nod just the same.
This is pathetically cliche, but it had to be done. Also, when you type "nod" six times in a poem this short, it starts to look like it isn't a word at all. . .