Sitting next to thee
Everyone’s eyes follow
A stolen kiss apon my cheek
I pretend to fight back
Our charade is played out
The famous cold shoulder
Thoust eyes catch my own
Our glances are sacred
Thine eyebrow is raised
Suggesting much more
Red burns my cheeks
The evidence visible
Our minds rendezvous
To the same memory
A beautiful morning
Treasured and dear
My smile shows through
Our feelings are matched
Adding fire to the flame
We’ve only just begun
trembles doust thee whom attempts to quench the burning soul of such passionate love from the depths of which all that is beautiful is realized.