Truly, deeply, yet never mad.
This is the conundrum of love we have always had.
Aware of the air, when you are mine
Scents of lavender and pheromones intertwined.
Aware of our lips, fingertips on my hips,
Your smile. Oh, how on my heart it fiercely grips.

But if we viewed all these wonderful things under the glare of a magnifying glass,
Or like nosy pedestrians to a car crash,
Or crushed them all firmly under my thumb,
Or told you how dare you ever share them with anyone!
My dear, it would be as preposterous as telling the sun,
"You're no longer allowed to shine for just everyone."
Because even though my heart you've already won,
we will never know all the ways this love story could have begun.