Honeydew and Angels

Blank paper, blank pages.
Fringes, ink.
Smudged across my skin,
the blue and black
of my pen.
Of my words,
so keen of you they
only form your flattery.
Simple curves,
subtle lines perfectly
shaped to form three simple
words.
Three words that mean more
to me then the blank pages,
or the ink smeared across my finger tips.
Rough patches of thoughts,
of dreams.
Walking, kissing, holding,
I cannot fathom this world with out you.
My pen would be still,
No movement,
No lines.
The curves of those three simple words ,
of those 8 tiny letters
dismissed into the dark sky
of writers past.
Where no one dare retrieve a thought,
in fear of being stuck.
Empty minded without your voice,
your touch, your scent.
Honeydew and angels.
Black and blue,
smeared across my skin;
across my paper, my pages.
Forget me not for
I will always remember you
with my words, these three words;
so simple they roll from my lips., I love you.