magdalagarza

Sometimes my words fail me when I need them (Like when I see your face framed in sunlight And your eyes shine as though they were a gem And the world suddenly seems to be right Or when the blanket of night masks the sky With a robust black and hides the Moon's face Yet you remain still shining brightly - my Guiding star that leads me home pace by pace - Or when the trees grow old and their leaves fall Yet roses bloom gracefully by your side And capture my eyes with yours that enthrall) And I can see only you as my bride. You steal away my words and my breath too And leave me just three words - "I love you."

Happiness is when the door clicks shut at 3 in the afternoon and sunlight stalks in uninvited through the blinds, making a sepia mess of the room, and you are waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting in the sunken sofa cushion like a lost nickel looking to be found. The truth is you found me, standing just inside the doorway like a stray animal brought home for the first time, imbalanced ragged and confused. I stumbled on myself that first time, making more contact with the floor, tables and walls than I did with you. In some respects, that hasn't changed. I trip on my feet, walk into walls and door frames still, but every now an