Deprived of Love

She looks at him and whispers, "I'm afraid of falling." He smiles at her and replies, "I'll catch you." A poem was brewing in my head like the tea bag in my cup drowning in roiling water Ribbons of steam spiraling up Two sweet verses had been written Two sugar cubes slowly melting sweltering in a cup a dash of cream to cool the tea My mind lingering on his words not sure of what I'd heard...ummm What was it that he'd said ~ "Whoever forges the key to your heart will be a lucky man." Were those lines he'd written for a song or had he composed a melody for me Was I wrong to lock my heart away and was he the one who'd forge the key Had I been denying myself the chance that love would nourish my craving I was imprisoned by shattered dreams a scheme devised to keep me safe but long deprived of love, I was starving My tea was cold, but I was told...ummm What was it that he'd said ~ "Don't be afraid of love happening." It was a fear I'd come to dread but when this man held out his hand I peered fathoms deep into his soul and gave in to my heart's demand We feasted through the night Hunger sated for I'd been fed the sweetest morsels after fasting What was it that he'd said ~ "No key did I forge to unlock your heart. It knew you belonged with me." It is not tea that fills my cup I drink from the look in his eyes I opened my heart and now I thrive Alive as a candle flame, burning bright Shattered dreams were swept away when in my ear I heard him say ~ What was it that he'd said ~ "I love you, darlin'. Come to bed."