It’s like a breath 
You can’t seem to catch
Until their eyes meet yours
That curve in their smile 
Enters the room with a gentleness
The phone rings with their voice
On the other end after a long day 
The wait to exhale and inhale again
Begins and ends with them each time 
Who knew what the universe had coming
All because you borrowed a favorited book
Who knew your house together someday
Would hold a library of your memories shared
A love story like a sonnet: genuine, steady and true.