Seeing and Believing

I first saw you sitting in the ivy,
beneath the tall oak

The wind blew soft clouds
through your hair.

Your eyes came alive
at the sight of me, sun
shining through their hue.

Then you smiled at me,
that heart-melting,
make-me-weak-in-the-knees smile.

So I sat in the english ivy with you,
beneath the tall oak, in the moment
between our eyes, in which no words
were needed.

You wrapped your arms around me,
and I have been there ever since,
leaning against you, breathing with you,
believing in the nature of us.