Had to wait till late tonight to read Part 2--but was looking forward to it all evening
. Awww--yeah, it was wonderful, Corrina
. Loved it!
I was really curious to see where both Lois and Clark would go with their poems. If they'd play it safe--keep it really 'greeting card' like, or if they'd risk trying to tell each other something of what they feel towards each other. Clark, I could have seen it going either way--I was sure that he wanted to write something about Lois, but wasn't sure how he could really go about doing that (and in such a public way). Lois...hmm. I was hoping she'd take a leap, maybe say something not 'Superman' and get it across that she felt something more than friendship for Clark. But Lois being Lois--I just wasn't sure she'd take that sort of risk with her feelings.
So, definitely, reading what Lois wrote was perfect
. Very safe type of write-up for the newsroom--keep up the Superman expectation, but secretly, so much 'out there' to her friend (even if he didn't realize it at the time).
Clark's poem was not up to par for him...and I love that Lois knew that. She knows him, knows that he is so much better than what was on that piece of paper. And I REALLY enjoyed how she confronted him about it at her apartment.
The card Lois gave Clark--the picture on it...what a great touch. That visual of their mutual attraction/interest/feelings for the other. That, combined with her poem written inside, was a really wonderful way for her to lay it 'out there' for Clark. Great
.
This line really sang to me:
Clark took a step closer. "Lois," he said, barely above a whisper. "I need you to push back the walls and find me."
--how he spoke what she had written. Love it!
Wonderful part:
Clark dropped his gaze to the paper he held and read the rest of his poem. "You are the definition of beauty, In the dictionary of my heart; Your love is the prize I will forever pursue, The treasure I've craved from the start."
Her tears had welled again, a duet this time, breaking from her eyelids in perfect synchrony. Unable to resist, Clark stroked one from her cheek. He looked into her eyes, and what he found there infused his heart with hope.
Drawn downwards, he left her eyes and concentrated on her mouth. It was slightly adrift and smouldering with invitation. He curved his hand around her neck and kissed her.
Her arms surrounded him, pulling him closer as her mouth caressed his with sweet confirmation of her words.
--his poem, wiping away the tear, the kiss....lovely, lovely WAFFy goodness
And a beautiful declaration:
Clark shook his head a little. "The real poetry from my heart is short and doesn't rhyme and isn't original at all," he said. "But it is the truth."
"Oh?"
He took a breath, and he spoke the words that were branded on his heart. "I love you, Lois."
Her initial surprise melted into a slow-forming smile. "I have that sort of poetry, too," she said.
"You do?" he asked, not daring to hope.
She carefully placed his poem on the sofa and then looked directly at him. "I love you, too, Clark."
--what a great 'moment' you created. This part was beautiful!
Loved the story--Amazing!
Laura
