When we met I knew you were kind there was a gentleness you exuded we were drawn, one to the other, and it was good, comfortable
friendly conversation, blue eyed smiles turned up lip grins, chuckles ... shared dinners delightfully enjoyed, savored medium rare, tasty faire feast, fondue and you ... you whom I have come to know
lighthearted glow, I wonder ... does mine show? Yours does in your every glance my way; being cuddled by you feels like a warm blanket ... I don't want to experience numbing cold again
unsure if either of us wants to take it up a notch or two from deep care to true lasting love ... I must admit the thought frightens me a little... maybe it holds some trepidation for you as well, therefore, perhaps ... we should leave things as they are.