That Beauty

She's taller than me...
Now,
I know what you're thinking
But it's only an inch or two.
And even though she wants green contacts,
I think her brown eyes match her hair better.
And when those tears fall like knives,
They cut open my chest and expose my racing heart,
While it wants to leap out,
Only to beat until it dies.
But when she smiles,
Those perfect teeth glisten and dance
To their white song of joy.
And my faded,
Yellow,
Crooked teeth just stand there wishing they could do the same.
She has it,
That beauty.
That beauty that never ceases to make my jaw drop,
Making my lungs gasp for air
Because I forgot how to breathe.
She has it.
That beauty.

That night,
Sitting in the car,
Hearing the sounds of the voices on the radio...
Listening to the fish that she caught flop around in that Hay's Market bag.
I hold her hand because no one is looking.
Just like she likes.
Even though she has to shift gears,
I grip her dainty,
Petite,
Fingers with my
Big,
Rough,
Hands.
Holding tight
Like the mother holding her child's hand so he doesn't run off.
I held her hand for dear life.

I kissed you that night.
Our first.
How romantic...
My hands covered in the smell of fish,
Afraid to get it on you so I use my forearms for pull you near.
And when our lips met,
I felt the heavens resting upon mine.
Not quite on my tip-toes,
But looking up slightly,
Because remember...
She's taller than me,
But only by an inch or so.

As we drove that night,
you wouldn't know it,
but a single tear fell down my cheek.
Pure joy.
Surreal.
I cleaned your fish so you could take it home to eat.
I handed you your fish.
You gave me a kiss.

Goodnight.
Goodnight my sweet,
My flower plucked from the most beautiful of meadows.
I picked you...
And you let me.

Our second date.
I never told you but I sad i couldn't hold your hand in front of everyone at that chinese restaurant.
But I was with an angel too holy to touch,
So it made sense.

You had to leave the next day.
So did I.
Seperate destinations.
One thing on my mind,
That beauty.
How that beaufitul woman brought to this hellish earth from the heavens,
Likes me.
How could I be so lucky,
That a boy,
Not a man,
Could have found a creature so gorgeous,
And so astounding,
That loves me as much as I love her?

But there is one problem...
Only one flaw...
1000 miles.
But oh,
That beauty...
I would go an eternity being a million miles away,
Rather than not know you at all.

Sitting on the airplance back to reality,
I can't stop playing with that piece of paper.
The piece of paper which to the naked eye is meaningless and silly,
But to me it means everything.
It is the fortune from that cookie on our second date.
Yea...
I still have it.
"You have been given special blessings."
And yea...
I know.