Love? Which way, Cupid?
Hearts race faster than Formula 1.
Hands clasp and caress soft curves.
Breaths sail down loose lips and fall in beautiful cascades into the carefree evening breeze.
Whispers, like silent messengers, traverse between our lips in the dead of the night.
Tomorrow, sleep deprived, we shall hold each other on the line,
Whispering sleepy good mornings and reminiscing on the joys of a few past hours.
As the day wears on, we shall spend the hours thinking, plotting and planning.
Plotting and planning towards the evening’s meeting.
Picnics, visits, serenades.
Sacrifices, losses and the pain.
Long calls, long talks, long walks, long falls into the unknown.
The things we do.
The things we do for love.