street lights

The cobblestone streets were dark, lit only by the street lights that shined down from above us. As we walked through each circle of illumination on the ground, you asked, "Who are you?" "You know who I am," I laughed. "I do, but tell me anyway," you said.  "Well, I'm dark and quiet. I'm a cold, overcast day...a slow song." You stopped, took my small hand in yours, and you spun me around and into your arms. "You are marvelous," you said, looking at me. "You're all things breathtaking." The crisp air had turned the tip of your nose red, and I admired as the corners of your mouth curled into the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. My face was close to yours, and your breath warmed my flushed cheeks. "Where would you like to be?" you asked. "What do you mean, love?" "Right now. If you could be anywhere, where would you be?" The question didn't require any thought. "Right here with you. I'd be nowhere but here," I said. You looked a long time into my eyes, glancing away only to push back the hair that had fallen into my face. "So soft," you whispered before kissing my forehead. You pulled me closer, wrapping your solid arms around me, and you rested your chin on the top of my head while I breathed in deeply your cologne. "I do love you so," you confessed into the cold air. I stepped back just a bit so that I could see the blue of your eyes. I took your face in my hands before whispering, "and I you."