The princess in doubt

I don't know how to begin...
and I don't know the middle...
And the end is not even in sight.
and of course, i apologize, i can write better.
But my mind is still blown.
:)



The second day in a foreign land
Was the first day I thought to hold her hand
In a class of just two; empty, echoes
Brown almonds look at me, wondering
As my cool blue pools reflect the light right back

Flash forward in time, outside in the green
Deer chew happily on verdant loam
She asks me if I want to walk with her
With a grin I stammer a 'sure'
Mounted on two, she on none;
As we part I draw circles with rubber
Thinking of which words to say
When I catch her I mumble
But still give her my number
Hoping her words were to follow in haste

Cramped in the back, packed to the top
The beast of burden roars to life on the highways
But inside, I read what she has to say
My glowing blue screen never leaves me

Another long haul, arriving past midnight
Texting this sweet smell, bid her goodnight
The next day changes history in action

A red pickup truck came to pick me up
Inside, the princess who doubts
A smile wraps itself onto her countenance
And words pour out telling errands
I oblige with a grin, tripping over my words like shoes too big

First is the store, I think of a job
She tells me she has one here too
I grin another time, enamel glazed with joy

Second is the bank, we talk about life
Stories write themselves when pulled apart
A new book is formed but has no title;
Simply a tree with initials in a heart.

Move on to the sunset, I see it with her
Smelling her namesake I keep secret
Laying in bed just talking away
Until I think of just what to say
Words scamper out, jumbled and missed
Apparently she understands.
A giggle she covers, and a yes sneaks out
A kiss seals the deal, our lips a tight seal

Later on I walk her to the truck
At a loss for words, in essence dumbstruck
Let the lips do the talking, wordless to say
An orange moon harvests itself,
With an army of stars to stampede
I hold her hand because I am her man,
The only one she could need.

Memories form, the sadness storm sinks away
I live each day waiting for her words
I promise her this, at least one wordless kiss
Every day until heaven moves on.