I sit on the couch

watching the fireplace crackle.

You grab my attention

sighing in contentment as you turn a page,

caressing the paper gently.

I stare transfixed,

as the firelight dances off you.

Your blue eyes glimmer in excitement,

too wrapped up in your book,

you don't notice your beauty.

I, however am too aware.

The golden light heights your hair color

and gives your skin a healthy hue.

The smell of books hang in the air

and I know it will forever

make me think of you.


A/N: Again, I don't own Star Trek. But I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.