Where do I begin? -
- Is a sentence even enough?
Excitement, odd excitement;
- my initial response.
The sort of excitement a parent has,
over hearing their young utter their first, full word.
That thrilling excitement, which overwhelms you;
as you sit and engaged in your first adult conversation,
with your parents.
Where do I even begin?
- the concealed excitement,
at your first date.
The introverted excitement you have -
as you tap your feet, while squandering a conversation,
with your first love.
But, where do I begin, I contemplated.
The excitement, a foolish one at that,
that makes you sing out your favourite love song;
while aware of the fact you are an awful singer.
The excitement, that nervous, yet squirm in excitement -
as you lean in for your first kiss.
What was your question?
I asked of her to reiterate.
Wandering, contemplating.
How she could sound so pleasant and ****,
while she maunders?
Excitement? I ask, rhetorically.
As I wonder how she sounds so beautiful,
without making any sense.
That kind of excitement.
But, she enquired for a single sentence.
I had more than one.
So, to single one out, I breathed slowly, paused;
- Can I get an endless day, where I am excited to be in your presence?