Meeting Him

As I had always dreamed,
His eyes look into mine.
Two beautiful pools of emerald
Looking at me
And me alone.
As I look back at him
My body feels like a raging inferno.
I feel the sweet convalescence from every bit of sadness
And I, too, worry what he thinks of me.
Do he feel the same as I?
I tell him he is my everything;
I could not live without him.
Without his love,
His guidance,
His inspirational way of living--
His way of thinking.
I love him more than anything.
And now, at last, he knows.