The Last Word

If this was my last word,
I wouldn't know what to say.
In front of you,
In front of anyone,
I'd be lost in thoughts
And pray :
For just a few more words
So I could say
What I feel inside.
But they told me
It's my last word,
And I wanted to feel
Your name on my lips -
So no more thoughts,
I whispered your name,
My last word,
That hope you'd come again.

He is love.

Because he is
And always will be,
For me - the best.
No one else can begin
To even understand -
The love that shines
From his brilliant eyes,
The gentleness with which
His hand caresses mine,
Against his roughened cheek,
To turn it over and kiss,
Saying nothing and everything
To me, for me, in a few signs.
I wish soon the day will come
When in front of everyone,
I'll call you "mine".