An Anniversary

She laid the last of the food on the table and lit the last candle. She smiled at herself for what she had accomplished, and the thought of his face when he saw her effort. She had been planning this night for the last week. It was their anniversary and she wanted him to know how much she truly loved him, and was happy every morning waking up to him laying right beside her.
His favorite meal was now ready and set out for them to enjoy, after dinner, his favorite decadent chocolate cake was waiting for them on a blanket in the front room where she planned to surprise him with his favorite action movie. Following chocolate cake, a hot bath was next on her agenda. She smiled to herself at what she had accomplished.
She jumped as the door opened. She could not see his face behind the large bouquet of all her favorite flowers. She walked towards him so happy to see him and to get the night underway. She grabbed the vase from him, and then saw them, his wonderful blue eyes that she had been daydreaming about all day. They pierced her soul every time their eyes met. It had once made her anxious and nervous, but now loved it, and longed for it every day while they were apart. He set down his briefcase and scooped her up in his thick arms. "Happy Anniversary sweet heart!" They kissed as if it was their first as man and wife, rather than the years that were now behind them as such. The spark was still there and this made her giggle. "I love you, and that giggle of yours!" he replied and took the vase from her to set on the table.
He was surprised with all that she had up her sleeve and inhaled dinner as if it was his first meal in days. She jumped up when he set his fork down after his last bite, grabbed his hand and led him to the room lit only with candles the cake waiting to be cut on the blanket, and the movie menu playing over and over waiting to be played. He stopped which in turn made her stop, she looked at him, hoping he was not dissapointed at the spread before them, but her gaze only met disbelief . He pulled her back into his arms kissed her lovingly and whispered "How was I so lucky to ever have you in my life, let alone as my wife?" The only reply that she could tell him, was exactly how she felt, "I guess you could say we were both lucky".
They sat and ate the cake slowly while the movie played, they watched each other more than the movie. When the credits started to run, she laid her hand on his chest pushing him onto his back on the blanket, sliding her leg over his and sitting comfortably on his lap. She let her hair fall over her shoulders shadowing her face. She lowered her head slowly to his ear and told him "Not one day goes by that I am not thankful you asked me to marry you. I don't show you all the time, but I love you more than I ever thought possible. I love you" At the last sound escaped her lips she kissed his ear. Kissed his cheeked and then, kissed his mouth. She hoped that everything she felt from the tip of her toes to her lips was being conveyed through her kiss. Never wanting this moment to pass she continued to press her lips to his.

Showdown

The blank page
Stared me down

My knuckle white fingers
Gripped the blood-thirsty pen

Slowly
Ever so slowly
The pen draws near
Teeth barred
Ready for the fight

The paper took its stance
Sweat beading its forehead
It was scared

Blood dripped
Off the tip of my pen
Scarring the paper
Forever

It was down
I stood
In triumph

The paper
Lowered its head
Wandered off
In shame

*This was a poem I wrote quite awhile ago, and although not romantic at all, I thought that I would post it.

Together

After a hard day of work, she opens the door, throws her black high heels off and hangs her keys on the hook. Her husband greats her with open arms. He asks, sincerely, what he can do as he takes her hair down and runs his fingers through it. Her only response that she can process escapes her mouth without much thought, "Hold me".
He wraps his arms around her holding her close, so close that her feet lift off the floor. Tears escape her eyes, streaming down her cheek. Holding him close trying to become part of him, letting her troubles fall on his accepting shoulders.
His hands on her neck, rubbing his thumb on her cheek lifting her head to look at him. Looking into her eyes and through her tears. He leans forward and whispers so close to her face that she can feel his breath on her lips. "I love you, and we can make it through this, together. I am with you and will be, always!"
They kiss, so tenderly, so passionately that the rest of the room, the world, disappears.

Swept Away

The knock on the door startles her awake. Stepping slowly she opens the door apprehensively to see him, standing in the pool of light, his face in shadow. Attempting to take in the fact that he was actually there, to see her she opens her mouth but her mind is blank, what does she say? What can she say? She has dreamt of this moment numerous times but never thought it would truly happen. He steps forward, with no hesitation wrapping his arms around her waist holding her in his embrace. Pressing his hand to her face he pauses for a second, not saying a word, but portraying masses with his watery blue eyes. Leaning downward his nose brushes hers compressing his lips to her suppressing any words that might escape them.

No words, no explanation, only need, passion and desire.

I Am

My last thought of you, have I thought,
My last heartache over my loss, have I ached,
My last tear for you, have I shed,

My first thought of my life, have I thought,
My first step on my own, have I stepped,
My first smile, have I smiled,

I am without you,
I am on my own,
I am HAPPY!

Senses

The smell of cologne tickled her nose, closing her eyes, breathing deeply to inhale the sent, pressing her face to his chest, hands spreading to feel the curves of his arms, his chest, his face. Pressing her lips to the cloth of his shirt. Desire consuming her touch. Another deep breath of his sent and she opens her eyes, the pillow is all she sees.

Romantic & Hopeless

So, I am 28, divorced, and a hopeless romantic at heart. I can't help thinking that true love exists and that it is out there. So because my dating life is more than lacking I escape by movies, books, and writing. The latter of these I have not done for quite some time and have decided to take a stab at it again and just use it for a romantic outlet.
I post here not for the hope of others reading, but more for myself, and for the access to this at any computer at any time.
So here it is, my romantic & hopeless rantings and writings...