He was merely the catalyst for her radiance,
She was the body of light in waiting.
He told her she was stunning.
Each time a flicker of reluctant
Acceptance fed the filament,
Until her bulb threw out her light.
She held his hand in hers.
He was more thankful than she.
Because, in the back of her mind,
She still failed to believe she
Could have any effect on
Another human’s heart.
She didn’t have an inkling how
His heart swelled to bursting
Every time her face filled his mind:
Pushing away the cold winter clouds.
Bringing every one of his senses
To a lost sweet surrender.
She would one day.