Poem - Chapter Three. Please read and review! HM
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The pair marched to the front door, and as soon as they walked out, they were greeted by a blast of fresh, crisp, winter-like air.
"Mmmm, it feels so good to be outside!" Said Lizzie.
"Yeah, it does," he replied. Especially when I'm with you, he whispered to himself.
As they began walking towards the restaurant, she gazed up at the dark, but tranquil night sky. "Doesn't it feel like its about snow?"
As soon as she said those words, soft, fluffy flakes of snow started to leisurely make their way down from the sky.
"Oh, Gordo, it's snowing! It's snowing!"
He looked up to see the sky suddenly give birth to a swarm of precocious, newborn snowflakes eager to make their way down to the ground, eager to turn the world into a comforting blanket of white serenity.
"It's so beautiful, ohmigosh, it's so amazing!" She shouted as she left Gordo, and ran into the little park to the right of them. She went straight to the center of the quietly lit park, stood right in the middle of the field, and looked up to the sky and smiled broadly at the early autumn snowfall. She absolutely adored snow, especially when the ground and trees and buildings would be topped off with layers of fresh, puffy, and tender white snow, turning the city into a sparkling winter wonderland.
He watched as Lizzie twirled herself around and tried to catch snowflakes with her tongue.
This is why I love you, Lizzie, because you take joy in the simple beauty and wonder of life. You bring me joy, you make me remember everything that is good in my life . . . .
"C'mon, Gordo, don't just stand there, come and try to catch some snowflakes with me!" She beckoned to him.
He smiled and shouted, "Alright, McGuire, I'll be right there!" He jogged over to her and was greeted with a beautiful, seductive grin.
"About time, Mr. Gordon! I'm way ahead of you, you got some catching up to do!" She said, and then she quickly turned her attention back to the night sky, stuck out her tongue and concentrated on her task of catching as many little snowflakes as possible.
"Oooh, did you see that, I caught that really big one!"
"Congratulations, Ms. McGuire, you should definitely consider trying out for the snowflake catching Olympics next year!"
"Gordo! Are you making fun of me?"
"Who, mwah? Tease you, McGuire? Now, why in the world would I ever do that?" He replied with a sly, sarcastic tone. He gave her a wink then started to laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I confess, I was making fun of you, so sorry!"
"Grrr, you're not sorry in the least bit, you're laughing at me! If there was enough snow on the ground, I'd throw a huge ol' snowball at ya! Consider yourself lucky there!" She teasingly stuck her tongue at him and then continued onto the important business of catching snowflakes.
As he continued to watch her, he could only think to himself about how much he adored her and how much he wanted to grab her, take her into his arms, kiss her, and tell her just how much loved her and just how deliriously happy it was for him to just be with her, how he loved every single moment he spent with her, how he would give his heart to her if she asked.
Maybe I should give her my poem, he thought, if I can't muster up the courage to say how I feel about her, maybe I should just let my poem express my feelings for me . . . .
Do I want to risk it? Do I want to risk the possible rejection and having my dreams shattered beyond recognition? Do I want to take that chance?
I do, he whispered, but, not yet, I'm not ready quite yet . . . .
"Hey, Gordo, whatya thinkin' about? You look deep in thought!" She asked.
"Oh, nothing at all. Just the usual stuff I think about," he replied casually.
"You mean, you were thinking about Orson Welle's directing techniques, or about Steven Spielberg's editing style?" She giggled.
"Ha, ha, very funny, McGuire, I should have you know, I think about other things besides filmmaking. Not much, but I do," he smiled and playfully punched her on her shoulder.
She gasped in feigned shock. "You do??? Really? Ohmigosh, what? Tell me? You think about something other than filmmaking, whatever in the world could that be?"
He tried to give her a grimaced, pained look, but he couldn't help smiling and gave up. "You're really on a roll tonight, McG. And just a few minutes ago you were feeling sick. Man, you seemed to have gotten better really soon!"
The pair stood in the middle of the park. Lizzie cozied up to him so that she was only a few inches apart from him, staring straight into his eyes.
"Yeah, " she whispered seductively, "Something, uh, helped me get better really quickly."
He could feel her soft, warm breath on his face. Oh man, Lizzie don't do this to me, I don't think I can take it . . . . He could smell her sweet fragrance, he could see a sparkle in her beautiful, crystal clear hazel eyes, he could almost touch her soft, full, crimson lips, and he could feel himself start to shake inside as his emotions jumped all around inside of him, longing, clamoring for sweet release.
Transfixed, bewitched, he gazed at her beautiful face and thought, it's as if I can almost see and feel your soul through your eyes . . . .
"Gordo?"
"Hmm?"
"Guess what?"
"Uhh, what?"
"I can read minds, you know," she replied coyly.
"Oh, you can, can you?"
"Mmm-hmmm. In fact, I can figure out things that you carry deep inside of your heart."
"O-oh? Really?" What is she getting at, he wondered?
Whatever she's doing, she is driving me crazy, oh man, Lizzie, you are so beautiful, you are really playing with my heart, he thought, as he kept looking into her hypnotic eyes. I want you . . . .
"Do you want me to tell you about you?"
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then said with as much confidence he could muster, "Uhhh, sure?"
"Okay, Madame McGuire will reveal to you your deepest desires and secrets. First, though, Madame McGuire needs to hold both of your hands. Take off your gloves, please," she replied in her fortune telling voice.
He slowly stripped off his gloves and let Lizzie take his hands into hers.
The sweet, tender warmth of her delicate, sensual touch sent blissful shockwaves throughout his entire body. Oh, my, god, Lizzie, you are such sweet, sweet, torture . . . . I don't want this moment to ever end . . . .
She smiled as she could hardly not notice the visible effect she was having on his tender emotions. You're so sweet, Gordo, I so love being wit h you, like this, in the embrace of gentle, nurturing snow . . . .
This is sooooo romantic . . . .
"Okay, Gordo," she cooed, "now close your eyes, and concentrate your feelings on the things you love the most in your life, alright?"
He nodded, and thought, that's easy to do when the love of my life is here, with me in the middle of this unbelievably beautiful and tender night.
"Uh, yeah, I think I can do that, Lizzie, " he replied, with a slight nervous quiver in his voice.
"Don't be nervous, Gordo," she reassured, "trust me, okay?"
Her soothing, melodic voice instantly quieted his nerves, and he let himself relax into his body.
"Good," she said. She firmly but gently pressed his hands, and softly stroked his palms with her thumbs. "Just relax, just let yourself be, and let yourself feel all the love in your heart."
A few moments of silence passed by. The only thing he could hear was the quiet whisper of snowflakes nudging and bumping into him as they continued their trek to the ground.
The snow had fallen rapidly, covering the park in a thin layer of white, encircling Lizzie and Gordo as they stood in a little round patch of green. A street lamp right next to them was showering and bathing them in a soft yellow light.
Another few moments passed. Then Lizzie leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I know that you have the biggest heart in the world, Mr. David Zephyr Gordon. You are a sweet, kind, gentle, amazing soul."
He felt himself becoming flushed. All he could do was nod his head as her soft breath tickled his ear.
She continued. "I also know that you have such enormous creative gifts. Not only are you a brilliant filmmaker, but . . . . you also have a poet's heart."
His heart froze. Wha-what did she just say?
A million thoughts bombarded his mind, and then he came to realize the truth. She knows! She knows about the poem I wrote her! Oh geez, oh geez . . . . Oh man, this is so embarrassing . . .
She knows!!
She could feel him tensing up. In response, she gave his hands another reassuring tug. "Gordo," she whispered, "You can open your eyes now."
He gingerly opened his left eye first, then slowly let his right eye catch up. He saw Lizzie, just a few inches from him, looking at him, with a big grin on her face, her eyes openly betraying feelings of immense affection and desire. He had never seen her look at him this way before, and he could feel something special and amazing stirring deep in his soul . . . what he was feeling was the pure joy of feeling and being * loved. *
She then slowly wrapped her arms around him, brought herself even closer so that the only thing separating them was a space about the size of a snowflake.
"Gordo, there's one last thing I want to tell you, but, I'm not totally sure about this. So, you have to tell me if I'm right."
"Okay," he whispered, not sure what was going on, but enjoying every single moment of the embrace he was sharing with her.
"Well, I feel so much love in your heart, Gordo, so much longing for . . . someone."
His heart froze once more. "Uhhh, you do?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah, I do. But, I'm not totally sure you feel this way, you know, about this person. So, I want you to tell me, am I right? Are you . . . . are you in love, Gordo?"
He felt his heart rising up to his throat. He started to feel claustrophobic, as if his whole world was being turned upside down. His knees began to tremble as if he was experiencing an earthquake.
He gulped, looked up towards the sky, then began to answer Lizzie's question . . . .
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The pair marched to the front door, and as soon as they walked out, they were greeted by a blast of fresh, crisp, winter-like air.
"Mmmm, it feels so good to be outside!" Said Lizzie.
"Yeah, it does," he replied. Especially when I'm with you, he whispered to himself.
As they began walking towards the restaurant, she gazed up at the dark, but tranquil night sky. "Doesn't it feel like its about snow?"
As soon as she said those words, soft, fluffy flakes of snow started to leisurely make their way down from the sky.
"Oh, Gordo, it's snowing! It's snowing!"
He looked up to see the sky suddenly give birth to a swarm of precocious, newborn snowflakes eager to make their way down to the ground, eager to turn the world into a comforting blanket of white serenity.
"It's so beautiful, ohmigosh, it's so amazing!" She shouted as she left Gordo, and ran into the little park to the right of them. She went straight to the center of the quietly lit park, stood right in the middle of the field, and looked up to the sky and smiled broadly at the early autumn snowfall. She absolutely adored snow, especially when the ground and trees and buildings would be topped off with layers of fresh, puffy, and tender white snow, turning the city into a sparkling winter wonderland.
He watched as Lizzie twirled herself around and tried to catch snowflakes with her tongue.
This is why I love you, Lizzie, because you take joy in the simple beauty and wonder of life. You bring me joy, you make me remember everything that is good in my life . . . .
"C'mon, Gordo, don't just stand there, come and try to catch some snowflakes with me!" She beckoned to him.
He smiled and shouted, "Alright, McGuire, I'll be right there!" He jogged over to her and was greeted with a beautiful, seductive grin.
"About time, Mr. Gordon! I'm way ahead of you, you got some catching up to do!" She said, and then she quickly turned her attention back to the night sky, stuck out her tongue and concentrated on her task of catching as many little snowflakes as possible.
"Oooh, did you see that, I caught that really big one!"
"Congratulations, Ms. McGuire, you should definitely consider trying out for the snowflake catching Olympics next year!"
"Gordo! Are you making fun of me?"
"Who, mwah? Tease you, McGuire? Now, why in the world would I ever do that?" He replied with a sly, sarcastic tone. He gave her a wink then started to laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I confess, I was making fun of you, so sorry!"
"Grrr, you're not sorry in the least bit, you're laughing at me! If there was enough snow on the ground, I'd throw a huge ol' snowball at ya! Consider yourself lucky there!" She teasingly stuck her tongue at him and then continued onto the important business of catching snowflakes.
As he continued to watch her, he could only think to himself about how much he adored her and how much he wanted to grab her, take her into his arms, kiss her, and tell her just how much loved her and just how deliriously happy it was for him to just be with her, how he loved every single moment he spent with her, how he would give his heart to her if she asked.
Maybe I should give her my poem, he thought, if I can't muster up the courage to say how I feel about her, maybe I should just let my poem express my feelings for me . . . .
Do I want to risk it? Do I want to risk the possible rejection and having my dreams shattered beyond recognition? Do I want to take that chance?
I do, he whispered, but, not yet, I'm not ready quite yet . . . .
"Hey, Gordo, whatya thinkin' about? You look deep in thought!" She asked.
"Oh, nothing at all. Just the usual stuff I think about," he replied casually.
"You mean, you were thinking about Orson Welle's directing techniques, or about Steven Spielberg's editing style?" She giggled.
"Ha, ha, very funny, McGuire, I should have you know, I think about other things besides filmmaking. Not much, but I do," he smiled and playfully punched her on her shoulder.
She gasped in feigned shock. "You do??? Really? Ohmigosh, what? Tell me? You think about something other than filmmaking, whatever in the world could that be?"
He tried to give her a grimaced, pained look, but he couldn't help smiling and gave up. "You're really on a roll tonight, McG. And just a few minutes ago you were feeling sick. Man, you seemed to have gotten better really soon!"
The pair stood in the middle of the park. Lizzie cozied up to him so that she was only a few inches apart from him, staring straight into his eyes.
"Yeah, " she whispered seductively, "Something, uh, helped me get better really quickly."
He could feel her soft, warm breath on his face. Oh man, Lizzie don't do this to me, I don't think I can take it . . . . He could smell her sweet fragrance, he could see a sparkle in her beautiful, crystal clear hazel eyes, he could almost touch her soft, full, crimson lips, and he could feel himself start to shake inside as his emotions jumped all around inside of him, longing, clamoring for sweet release.
Transfixed, bewitched, he gazed at her beautiful face and thought, it's as if I can almost see and feel your soul through your eyes . . . .
"Gordo?"
"Hmm?"
"Guess what?"
"Uhh, what?"
"I can read minds, you know," she replied coyly.
"Oh, you can, can you?"
"Mmm-hmmm. In fact, I can figure out things that you carry deep inside of your heart."
"O-oh? Really?" What is she getting at, he wondered?
Whatever she's doing, she is driving me crazy, oh man, Lizzie, you are so beautiful, you are really playing with my heart, he thought, as he kept looking into her hypnotic eyes. I want you . . . .
"Do you want me to tell you about you?"
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then said with as much confidence he could muster, "Uhhh, sure?"
"Okay, Madame McGuire will reveal to you your deepest desires and secrets. First, though, Madame McGuire needs to hold both of your hands. Take off your gloves, please," she replied in her fortune telling voice.
He slowly stripped off his gloves and let Lizzie take his hands into hers.
The sweet, tender warmth of her delicate, sensual touch sent blissful shockwaves throughout his entire body. Oh, my, god, Lizzie, you are such sweet, sweet, torture . . . . I don't want this moment to ever end . . . .
She smiled as she could hardly not notice the visible effect she was having on his tender emotions. You're so sweet, Gordo, I so love being wit h you, like this, in the embrace of gentle, nurturing snow . . . .
This is sooooo romantic . . . .
"Okay, Gordo," she cooed, "now close your eyes, and concentrate your feelings on the things you love the most in your life, alright?"
He nodded, and thought, that's easy to do when the love of my life is here, with me in the middle of this unbelievably beautiful and tender night.
"Uh, yeah, I think I can do that, Lizzie, " he replied, with a slight nervous quiver in his voice.
"Don't be nervous, Gordo," she reassured, "trust me, okay?"
Her soothing, melodic voice instantly quieted his nerves, and he let himself relax into his body.
"Good," she said. She firmly but gently pressed his hands, and softly stroked his palms with her thumbs. "Just relax, just let yourself be, and let yourself feel all the love in your heart."
A few moments of silence passed by. The only thing he could hear was the quiet whisper of snowflakes nudging and bumping into him as they continued their trek to the ground.
The snow had fallen rapidly, covering the park in a thin layer of white, encircling Lizzie and Gordo as they stood in a little round patch of green. A street lamp right next to them was showering and bathing them in a soft yellow light.
Another few moments passed. Then Lizzie leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I know that you have the biggest heart in the world, Mr. David Zephyr Gordon. You are a sweet, kind, gentle, amazing soul."
He felt himself becoming flushed. All he could do was nod his head as her soft breath tickled his ear.
She continued. "I also know that you have such enormous creative gifts. Not only are you a brilliant filmmaker, but . . . . you also have a poet's heart."
His heart froze. Wha-what did she just say?
A million thoughts bombarded his mind, and then he came to realize the truth. She knows! She knows about the poem I wrote her! Oh geez, oh geez . . . . Oh man, this is so embarrassing . . .
She knows!!
She could feel him tensing up. In response, she gave his hands another reassuring tug. "Gordo," she whispered, "You can open your eyes now."
He gingerly opened his left eye first, then slowly let his right eye catch up. He saw Lizzie, just a few inches from him, looking at him, with a big grin on her face, her eyes openly betraying feelings of immense affection and desire. He had never seen her look at him this way before, and he could feel something special and amazing stirring deep in his soul . . . what he was feeling was the pure joy of feeling and being * loved. *
She then slowly wrapped her arms around him, brought herself even closer so that the only thing separating them was a space about the size of a snowflake.
"Gordo, there's one last thing I want to tell you, but, I'm not totally sure about this. So, you have to tell me if I'm right."
"Okay," he whispered, not sure what was going on, but enjoying every single moment of the embrace he was sharing with her.
"Well, I feel so much love in your heart, Gordo, so much longing for . . . someone."
His heart froze once more. "Uhhh, you do?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah, I do. But, I'm not totally sure you feel this way, you know, about this person. So, I want you to tell me, am I right? Are you . . . . are you in love, Gordo?"
He felt his heart rising up to his throat. He started to feel claustrophobic, as if his whole world was being turned upside down. His knees began to tremble as if he was experiencing an earthquake.
He gulped, looked up towards the sky, then began to answer Lizzie's question . . . .