You make my knees
sway like the limbs of
a tree in a harsh wind
when you walk by;
your words make me blush
like a sweet summer rose—
you make my heart sing
songs of adulation that
nest in the heart like birdsong;
I could spend
an eternity in your arms,
and not be bored with the outcome.
In a world where
nothing lasts — let’s make
ourselves a promise:
let’s last.