_Between pages and an empty space_

It's somewhere in the depths of night

Where my mind is wavering the fight

I'm a romance writer

A darn good fighter

Not wanting to give in

To this so called thing

Love! Ha! A little cynical I know

But really does the words on the pages not show

The way the ink bleeds into the page

The way it's all a maze

Somewhere between the clouds and the cold hard floor

Somewhere between not living without your love and not wanting a single ounce of pain no more

Somewhere lost between the fantasy of church bells

And how outta love you fell

Its reality I tell myself

Its right there on every bookshelf

How two people fall in love, on page one

And as the pages turned, into chapters, here I am left alone.

Your loving arms, something I used to know

Clutching to our photo frame

Here and now

Whispering your name

The salt water rolling down my cheeks, without a single trace

I'm left with our memories, a broken heart and in my bed there's an empty space.

- Denesca van Eck

- 25 March 2025

With a smirk he said "come on little darling"

Wide-eyed I shook my head "no, I can't do such a thing"

His smirk grew "what love me?"

Looking up to meet the contact in his eye

"It's not that, it's your a little wild"

He smiled "and you've always been the sweet child?"

I nodded "yes exactly"

His eyes darkened "well frankly"

He paused, I nudged him, "well go on"

His thumb met my jaw, his voice low, "your a fully grown woman now"

His touch sent shivers down my spine "but I ..."

The rasp in his voice got deeper, "don't want to fly?"

Furrowing my brows, "what, fly where to?"

Smiling, he cupped my face "to the land where I love only you!"

Clearing his throat "throw caution To the wind"

"Let me you love you in every way,"

Oh his words were so kind.

Urgency in his tone "let me show you I'm a better man, because of you every day"

I felt that excitement in my heart

Pleading "please baby, take my hand and let's start"

He held his hand out to mine

I smiled, "okay fine"

His lips crashed onto mine and I could've sworn, that I flew above the clouds

He might not fit the world's perfect mould's

But my hand fits perfectly in his

It might not be the perfect scripted plan I had, but this...

This is how love's supposed to be,

Throwing caution To the wind, just you and me

Trying every day to love and respect each other, building a strong foundation

Our hearts the destination.

- 28 January 2025

- Denesca van Eck

- #2/25