The wet, neon light spills on the pavement
Like animated paint.
Cars and people rush by
A cacophony of the future, industry, and hurried time.

But my love for you is simpler,
It's slower, like the soft flutter of eyes,
How a flower unfurls its petals
every second filled with a fragrance,
growing stronger.
Like muted snowflakes
drifting down to rest
Coating the earth in its peaceful caress.
My heart hums a gentle rhythm until suddenly,
it becomes a song.
A consistent feeling that won't become a city skyline,
or a technological gadget replaced by tomorrow,
but something solid
like ground under our feet,
and the blood flowing between.