Without Words
He pulled out a chair for her
as they took their seats by the window.
Sunlight was twinkling through
the chinks of a partially drawn blind,
catching the vivid deep redness of her hair,
and, as she moved to one side, it caught
the sharp blue twinkle in her eyes.
They didn't speak...
for the moment speech was unnecessary.
He took her hand from across the table
and they smiled, happy in the knowledge
that they would always share
a deep and abiding love.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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