This poem was based on this "the summer on my skin, as I sit on the soft grass, a figure approaches from the sun light. I can't see who she is, but I know I love her. She grabs my forearm to steady herself as she leans in for a kiss. I feel all the blood, and electricity, run into my lips, then flood back into my heart, I'm elated " A little rant of romanticism I made while talking to a friend. I almost posted it as a free form poem rather than this. I don't know which one I like more.