A Portrait of Love

I bowed my head in tears.
Taking his hand in mine, I wiped it with conviction.

Everything then seemed to vanish
Except for the force of the tide.

As we sat there upright on the bed
Data scrolling on a screen filled my eyes.
Such a wonderful display on such a wholesome bed
And I didn't think to speak.

For it was incomprehensible at the least;
Migratory and lunar,
Compatible and speaking.

With my index finger I started drawing large circles on the bed.
She responded by handing me a pen.

The point was sharp as thunder
Thus, I did awaken.