Fidgety, calmly embraced,
Melancholy, finally erased.
Contemplating, should I be forthcoming?
Beckoning, for her to understand my becoming.
Rationalizing, should I hold her tight?
Anticipating, that I will do things right.
Ruminating, what does she think of me?
Foreseeing, are we meant to be?
Flabbergasted, by the commonalties of us both,
Sympathizing, emotions will develop through growth.
Daydreaming, of a slow walk down the beach,
Caressing, your soft skin, smooth like a peach.
Fearing, would a kiss make things worse?
Knowing, this certainly cannot be a curse.
Expelled, from the sorrow and despair,
Gazing, into her eyes and knowing that she cares.
Perceiving, everything that I could ever imagine,
Blinded, by her enthusiasm and embedded compassion.
Pacing, over the paranoia going through my mind,
Consecrating, her sarcasm and her heart so kind.
Beaming, over the beauty of her face,
Startled, to know we have such similar taste.
Memorized, by every detail that she spoke of,
Imagining, that she’ll fit in my life like a glove.
Realizing, if a woman were wed to me it would be her, eternally,
Rumbling, of burning love, internally.
Believing, you will be mine, you will see,
Truthfully, we are together; in love and free.

Bless it be…a blissful dream…

 
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