Sunday, January 23, 2011

Spur of the Moment

There were many times in two seasons,
where we found ourselves underneath a sequence of spring into summer stars.
Each of these times, I found, you shook my heart.


My love had been boiling for many days, it could even be said many months, prior. But your heart wouldn't allow mine to utter the words that would bring my soul incomprehensibly higher. This particular evening, though, I couldn't and I wouldn't wait. Yet, I truly would not have been bothered to not hear it back because you can't force someone else to follow the path of your own feelings. I knew what I felt for you regardless of whether or not you were on the same plateau with your emotions and I was not going to let insecurity crush my sun-lit horizon. Only to my surprise, you didn't hesitate to fly with it. As a matter of fact, you grabbed my hand and led me into it. Into your world I was guided and instantly transfixed.

Although, our love for each other continues to grow and grow with each passing day. Although, each morning I wake up to your eyes and your voice, saying "Pretty", constantly resonates throughout my day. Although, every moment's movement with you refuels each of my veins, each of my joints, each one of my bones with the eagerness of our "first-times", my body still cannot wait to greet another season with you where our passion, desires, similarities, conversations, and dedication transpired.

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