~ Love is the painting every heart hopes to achieve, sifting through seldom looked upon pictures, we came upon this masterpiece:
The little boy pensive just to hold the hand of his darling, and skipping along we played to this game, giggling in each other's ear, yet, with only sweet innocent thoughts.
The daytime summer sun meant a twirl in the air, a ride on the swing, and an ice cream to share.
As children love was an amusement ride, just leisure fun we never took seriously, as adults love achieved art, developing a magnum opus rich in its own poetry.
The young man proud just to hold the hand of his darling, and strolling along their game matures, they whisper in each other's ear, yet, with each word the balance of their intimate thoughts so rest.
The dazzled moonlight of evening means an aura in the air, the anticipated kiss it will bring, and maybe an ice cream to share.
We were never good at every sport, but somehow this one came so natural for us, and so we too were an art unto ourselves. ~