Hand in hand walks
With the moon overhead,
The soft, tender kisses
Pressed to a forehead,
Popcorn and movies
Watched in the dark,
Romantic evenings
And walks in the park...
Poetry, prose and
Freshly cut flowers,
Reading in cafes
Together for hours,
Singing sweet love songs
While playing guitar,
Smiling and pointing
To a shooting star...
Wishing that life
Like this would go on,
Forever and ever
Never to be gone,
Rom coms and musicals
Watched on a computer,
Singing duets
Through boisterous laughter...
Texts late at night,
Knowing someone is there
When fate is cruel
And is ruled by despair,
Watching the sunset
And climbing up mountains,
Watching street performers,
Dancing 'round fountains...
Matching cups filled
With cocoa for each other,
Playful games: Truth Or Dare and
Would You Rather,
Necklaces and bracelets
And promise rings,
Sappy, romantic talk
And sweet nothings...
Sweet are all these things
They were sweet for me too,
But good things cannot last.
That much is true.
Sweet things expire.
And some things must be;
The fact remains:
These things are not for me.
A.N. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually capable of writing stuff that rhymes.