"I've never been in love," you said,
one night when I shouldn't
have been talking to you at all.
"Yeah, I don't think I have either"
was all I could think to say.
But under the stars
in the place we called ours
there wasn't anywhere else
I'd ever have wanted to be.
And I know my pulse quickened
because I could feel it moving
faster
on the tips of my fingers
where my hand met yours.
When you looked me in the eyes that night,
I hope you could tell
I was lying.