Harmony

The green ricochets,
burning from his eyes
as they lock into place
secure with her own.

She watches him, content.
She sees a million things, really;
yet only one.

She shuts her eyes,
her hand in his,
and all the world grows still.

The warmth brings a sweet, soft flush
to the tint of her cheeks,
and her eyes water
with the spring of
complacency.

And if one utters
the four letter word we all know so well,
it will be in confidence,
a secret to be sure:
a bold expectation.

This is where they are.

In between the silent notions,
and the promise of hope.
They find themselves,
merrily dwelling,
in the prospect of a love
that eclipses the soul,
and encompasses joy and fear alike,
in a radiant meeting of hearts.