I toss her the keys to my heart
“Have it back by morning”
As much as a woman’s touch and love sound like the first sunshine after this long gloomy seasonal lustful loss, my true intentions rest upon having her experience a depths that mine nor any man before me could possibly summarize with words. To have her feel like every part of her is seen, felt, and adored.
For her to look for pieces of me and my love in every man that follows
For her to sleep knowing that the embrace of real love is worth fighting for.
To measure love in length of time is foolish
I have kissed a woman under the stars for a single evening and erased years of other boys names
I have sworn my forevers to the endless sky’s and infinite stars while in front of many of my loved ones upon a diamond ring strung around a blue eyed woman’s hand under the most beautiful sunset sin city has ever seen then
watched as minute by piiece this world ripped  that promise and us apart.
What I’m saying is
there are no mpg/mph gauges upon hearts
That being said,
“Be sure to return the tank full”
I love you,
-Maxwell