You approach me, and a smirk is dangling by the side of your lips.
My heart is beating, because I very much do Love you.
I'm excited.

You come closer to me, and our bodies are merely inches away,
and I can feel the contagious Smile blossoming on my face as our hands
lace together every so gently.
Your hands are warm.

You untangle one hand from me, and it's placed on the small of my back.
I'm pulled closer to you, but instead of it feeling like you're doing the work,
it feels as if a sudden force is doing it for you.
Our lips touch.

A burst of explosion is around me, just like they say.
It is Fireworks, it really is.
I am now hugging you,
pressing you to my body.

And we are kissing.
The explosions continue.

My Love for you grows stronger, and
there's nothing more I want than for it to continue,
but I know the explosions must stop soon, because I know
they will always have to.

So we do.
We pull away, and I'm breathing heavily, sparks shooting out of my mouth,
and you're breathing heavily, the words I Love You slipping out over and over again.

I tell you, I Love You Too.

i turn in the darkness of the light,
and all i see is your shining aura
glowing
hovering
above my swamp of dark light.

you fail to see me, and you just
sing merrily
twirling in your light
a sweet song of happiness
escaping your gorgeous lips.

my eyes flicker over
and i see another,
hiding in the darkness of themselves.

another one of you comes.
now you're dancing together,
failing to see us together
you're together
we're together

and there's nothing we can do,
because you'll never see us.

my socks are magenta.
yours are a dark gray.

my nose is cold,
my toes,
my cheeks are cold,
and you say,
"darling,
your cheeks are rosy pink."

and i smile sadly and wish my
magenta socks were
thicker.

a flick of her wrist and
the star is sailing through
the blackened sky.

he throws his head back
as his body runs with her love

but they're worlds apart,
and the galaxy can't hold all the stars.

Her laugh is like a beautiful xylophone playing blissfully in the distance,
she just rolls her eyes when I tell her she's beautiful.

She lips taste like vanilla and cinnamon and sugar,
and her freckles glisten just like the tasteful sugar on her lips.

Our feet tangle together next to each other, and hers are warm
whilst I'm sure mine are cold as tea left alone for hours.

She helps me cut my cuticles and paint my nails,
and I compliment her on her perfect, shiny purple fingernails.

I like her.

She blushes when she sees me.

Does she like me too?