As you spend this day playing your heart
I thought I'd do the same in writing.
And what better place for me to start,
than of you, a theme so inviting.
Your sincere words from the other night
moved me to a joy unfelt in days,
and that goodnight prompted you to write
the word of action after our gaze.
Our talk after was one of old times,
when we cursed the time between each kiss.
I had wished for more entries to rhyme,
as those hours are what I most miss.
And to know you longed for those times too
rendered the usual action from me,
the same bright smile from seeing you,
under the same feeling of pure glee.
But with this joy comes more thoughts of mine,
two in mind I would like to address.
Whatever the answers, you'll still shine,
more elegantly worded, fluoresce.
But the time for these words are not now,
I had only wanted you to know:
With the words comprised of your sweet vow,
I give this - thanks through a kiss I blow.