when you're 18 going on 9-5
and you watch the volcanic birth of the rest of your life
rise from a still ocean
you almost wish
there were resignation letters
for living.

I want to
      Kiss you
    ...in the morning
...after bringing you coffee
               ...with loud laughter
   ...and uncontrollable smiles

I want to
      Kiss you
     ...in the sunlight
...with waves crashing at our ankles
            ...or amidst the clouds on mountaintops
    ...sharing adventure
  
I want to
      Kiss you
     ...surrounded by trees
               ...to the delight of the wild
   ...and the serennade of birds chirping
                         ...with excitement

I want to
      Kiss you
     ...in crowds of people
  ...with raindrops falling on our heads
                 ...to the musical harmony of life
...and feel your heartbeat

I want to
      Kiss you
     ...alone, beneath the stars
                   ...caressed by the moolight
  ...filled with passion
...giving voyeuristic opportunity to the nocturnal


I want to Kiss you when you least expect it
And perfectly timed for when you need it most


I want to
    
       Kiss you

                            Goodnight
        
Every Night

     Simply
               And
                       Softly

For all time

          And

                    Forever

Then again

                              The next morning

I want to
      
      Kiss you

Romance is beautiful, in every sense of the word. From the very first moment you hold her hand to the last touch of your lips to her forehead. From the moment you first realise you have fallen in love, the moment your eyes brighten when she walks into the room, when she walks into your sight, to the moment you hold her for the last time as her tears stain your shirt, falling from her eyes, down your neck, burning you as you say goodbye.

Even Romance can make heartbreak look beautiful. From cheeks delicately stained with the saddest of tears to lips trembling as she holds her words back, desperate not to beg you to stay but also desperate to let you know how much she loves you. From the way her forehead creases every time she painstakingly thinks of you, every time her mind tortures her with thoughts of you, to the way she bites her lip to stop herself from saying your name whenever she is reminded of you, whenever she thinks fondly of you, remembering sweet memories that are but a distant daydream now.

Romance is beautiful, in every sense of the word. From the time you first laid eyes on her to the last.

*- a.b.