I want to hold on to this feeling,
Cherish it.
Grasp it,
Firmly clenched within my fist.
But alas I cannot.
This feeling is like helium,
It raises me up,
Lifts me off the ground.
I glide on wings
Of comfort,
And security.

Her lips do not taste of any food,
Nor smell of any *****.
They taste like friendship,
And I am comforted.

I am buffeted,
By these fleeting feelings.
I am elated.
No, overjoyed.

I am in love with the sun and the moon and the stars,
And the earth and the sky and all above.
And it’s all because of her--
Us.