I keep replaying in my mind our kiss which is quite like a dance sometimes slow and graceful Oft times, impassioned like a twirling furious flurry of motion, elysium .. ... and then some ... Yet what beauty there is in such matter.
There is elation when I look at you from afar -- on first light of opening the door upon your arrival -- the smile on your face never ceasing to make time stand still and the heart skip one beat times two.