I run to you, as if it is the first time;
you kiss me like it’s the last.
like Spring flowers,
each petal glistening;
constellations clamoring to shine
like this sun setting
in the shimmer of your eyes.
My hand, sheltered in yours,
fingertips tracing sentiment,
finding curved lips where tears once fell;
heart enveloped in the soft caress
of your adoration.
I keep you, beautiful, on my mind;
your smile, our laughter;
this perfect love, remembered
like folded love letters
in a red ribboned box.