There was a time,
I thought that there was more music in the high-pitched giggle of your laugh,
than the chanting of chanticleer at dawn.

I thought,
While stargazing at your honey eyes,
that they had more color,
than the sun's splash of gold in a summer morn

Your head on my shoulder, lips zipped in sleep drawing in your dimples,
I thought,
I was more peaceful than I would have been,
lying in the fold of nature staring through the green web of leaves and branches, into the bluest of bluest skies

I fancied,
that kissing you under the sun's pale imposter,
would set my heart on a gracious ballet,
than serenading myself in a cold bath

I was convinced,
that your love made me more drunk,
than I would ever have been,
on life

But now,
now,
I know better