A Romance of Little Words

Weeks pass, captivated within routine

bound by our habits, led by dreams,

I took no action toward her

until one morning, she's late again,

her eyelids heavy, held on top darkness

and she falls asleep as the professor dictates.

I take care in transcribing my notes

usually scribbles of esoteric nature

now entirely legible, detailed, and neat

each stroke as an ambassador for kindness;

as the lecture reaches conclusion

I approach her with the copy.