Sweet-heart,*
pumpkin
munchkin,
beautiful.

"Yes,yes, it's so very lovely."
She slowly says;
as her fingertips dances across the wooden table.
"Now, hush those alarmed and worried eyes."

"But somehow,
when your lips speak
every syllable
of
my name;
it's like a lost and forgotten
piece of me
returned."

"Oh really?"
And like a full stop to a sentence,
he gives a
kiss
on
her crimson cheek
.