Shawn L. Bird

Sometimes

I look at you

changing the tires on my car,

pushing a mower around my mother’s yard,

pruning (really badly) the trees at home,

and I think my heart will explode.

Sometimes

I listen to you

laughing riotously at a scene on TV,

playing Goldberg Variations on the piano,

snoring (very loudly) in bed at night

and I think my heart will explode

Sometimes

I touch you

entwining arms around you,

stretching onto the tips of my toes

kissing  (quite passionately) whatever my lips reach

and I think my heart will explode.

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There you go.  That’s Diana Gabaldon’s Rule of Three happening in a poem! 🙂  What would make my heart finally explode?  If he would only wear his kilt while doing any of the above! lol