She Loves Me


I sit quietly and watch her.
Her golden hair, short now,
glints in the firelight;
her emerald eyes sparkle
as she talks.
She looks different and in fact, she has changed -
so unlike the young girl I first met.
Her body is firm and toned and strong.
She is a warrior now,
an Amazon queen
and The Bard of Potadeia.
Tonight we are staying at an inn
and she has bartered for our rooms ­
she will tell stories, probably about me.
Now, as I listen, the last five years
flash through my mind -
some pictures leaving me shaking.
That evil ever touched her Š
I am brought back to the moment
by the applause from the patrons.
She is coming toward me.
I smile. How could I not?
She is so beautiful and she loves me.
I am stunned all over again.
She raises an expressive brow,
asking without words if I am alright.
I nod, speechless, and she kisses me.
When I tell her that she was wonderful
she blushes, as always,
and thanks me with the eyes of love.

© Ellie Maziekien
12/14/00

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