Part fae
the trees were massive, they stood looming over our little den where we lay down the blanket for our picnic. the sunlight leaked through the leaves and stained your turquoise eyes with flecks of gold, I stared, mesmerised by the way your hair was done, wavy curls fell elegantly off your shoulders as though they were meant to. we sat side by side, cross-legged and I tried not to get distracted by the way your voice seemed to belong here with the birds and hedgehogs around us. it floated gently around the tree trunks and over the river that gurgled only a short distance away and carried with it a magic that I had only read of in books, a sort of Snow White magic, the animals would listen to you, if that was what you wanted. and I couldn't blame them because, I too, was enchanted by your whole being. by your hands that move in a erratic manner when you explain something that you are passionate about, your smile that causes my breath to hitch and my heart to beat against my ribs, begging to be let out, and your easy going sense of humour that holds a manic energy and never fails to make me laugh. so when you lay your head on my shoulder and start to play with my left hand, I pray that you do not hear the double beat of my heart or feel my sudden need for oxygen, you are something out of a fairytale, part fae, perhaps, or maybe cupid is hiding behind one of these trees that are witnessing one of the best days of my life. either way, as you trace your fingers over mine in this wonderful woodland bubble that we have all to ourselves, I know that it's you who I'll be writing about until I'm well into my old age.
