Remember When

Remember when our love was fresh? Each day
and time we touched, we could barely catch our
breathe; the slightest eye contact would give
little chills...and wonders of how amazing
everything feels.

Remember when our love was fresh? Each night
and time we held each other, we could lose
ourselves in the race between the North Star
and Eastern Star...we were gazers, marveling
at our own light, justifying the jealousy of the
moonlit sky.

Remember when our love was fresh? Each dream
was a million interpretations of infatuations
revolving around symbolic metaphors that yearned
for poetic verbiage to pencil in an appointment for a
sonnet...we were magnificent, we were undeniable,
we were love...We Are...

I sure remember and could never forget
My heart,
My Soul Mate...
The Love I Could Never Regret