OUR MOMENTS

Your eyes are lucky; they were the first to get to know her.

The best moment is the first time you saw her, you just had to turn again, yes she is that beautiful. No one exists but you and her… everyone else is an obstacle between the two of you. Finally she’s alone. You waddle over, mouth heavy. Hello you say….she smiles and the world is a better place.

The best dawn can never be surpassed. The night was sweet, lying back on the fields all night, surrounded by beauty, basking in the presence of her beauty, the peacefulness of the flowers and the overwhelming radiance of the stars. You walk her home. A first date should be sealed by a kiss you’re thinking all the way home. She stops at her door, looks up in your eyes, your soul, are those stars you are seeing in her eyes…you step up she draws close and those are definitely stars you’re seeing

The worst day is when she’s mad at you. She does not say it, but you know you’re locked out. You miss her voice, the soft sweet voice she uses at those moments…her face is engraved in your mind, the upturn of both edges of her mouth when she smiles just for you, you’re sorry this has to end, it was all your fault. You call, she does not pick up. Hell. you will not call again, but you do and she picks up. Hello she says….that’s all you wanted to hear…making up is worth the breakup …for just this once of course.

The best morning comes after a warm night of passionate love…When you wake up in your partner’s arms, the fresh scintillating smell of her hair in your nose, her body molded unto yours. Your hand over her bosom, rising and falling with her every heartbeat…she stirs…but not to worry, she just pours herself better into the spoon that is you.

The best twilight comes at the end of the worst dinner. Trying to cram your stomach that seems to already be filled with butterflies, hoping that she hasn’t found out, praying that nothing goes wrong, impatient for her to finish eating the salad she loves so much… and when finally the lights dim, celine shows up, the music ensues and the love songs flow together in a slow rhythm, you go down on your knees…her eyes light up…you open your lips…her tears start to flow. seems the whole world wants to hear her response to your question, oh yes the question that you have not asked yet…“will you marry me” comes out in a wispy voice…the rivers are unleashed. She laughs, cries, jumps, sits down, gets up, and finally joins you on your knees, yes she says and that’s all you wanted to hear.