...AND THE NEXT AND. . .

I love your footstep
rhyming next to mine.

Two for one and one
for all

together in
the same footfall.

Even the presence
of just your voice

from some room or
the other

as you materialise
into being

your smile demanding
tea or kisses.

Me your Mr.
You my Mrs.

I loving you
down to your very least molecule.

Yea....the very DNA
of you

sharing the next
second with you

and the next
and the next
and the next