Once at least, I know the radio was my enemy. A daily torture of dedications and love songs played over and over for the lucky ones. Bewilderment over my four leaf clover’s power having failed consumed me.
Feeling indifferent about the Lovers’ Holiday, Chocolates and Ruby Red Roses was mere to the influx of longing and lack I felt when seeing lovers kiss.
Aching inside for the touch of his strong hands, beautiful scent and prickly feeling of stubble on my cheek if only for a moment more, was now a whirlwind of delusions leading me to self-torment isle.
In dubious I was with the evidence that filled the waste basket holding my pain and tears, that it was as a resemblance of my life now, a waste and of no value.
But now…your warm breath on my neck, our legs tangled together, my name whispered through your lips, your smile reflective of the glow of my deep pure joy, it’s as if there’s never been any other moment but this time-stopping, heart-throbbing one.
All the sadness and wasted time is forgotten. I can’t remember anything but this love that is pure beauty.