With whatever time we both have, come, interlock your fingers with mine and allow my smile to meet yours and we’re so very young darling…lets fly across the ocean and sail in the desert and marry the mountains and dine in caves and unearth gems within one another. 

I have you.

You’re no more mine than the sky or the sea but maybe this romance is something more for you like it is for me.  I only hope that I can capture your heart and steal you away and be the one who has the privilege of kissing you awake every morning.  I’m hooked on you…you and the trees and the birds in Peru, how they soar from the leaves and how I revel in their sudden beauty.  They form a place in my mind alongside the space you claim for yourself; you are nestled into my thoughts just as I am curled into your arms…see how we interlock like a key in a lock or a piece into a puzzle or a train on its tracks, we meld into one another and life will look upon us with an aching sigh of jealousy but wouldn’t dare have us apart for long.  

I could easily spend a lifetime sinking in your velvet voice; it brushes my eyes in the dawn of the sun, kisses my lips as the misty morning fades to clarity, wrestles with my laughter and vocabulary when I’m suddenly too caught up to speak…that’s when you pull me to my feet and smooth down my hair and tell me to get dressed and with hint of a smile you say I wish to do everything with you.