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.
