oh, and darling, i remember how we danced that night
underneath the shooting stars and the warmth of their light
i remember how you took my hand and twirled me around
and we swayed as our heartbeats created the sweetest sound
the heat from the burning fires ignited our passions
and stole from our mind every sense of ration
you had me hypnotized as we moved together
you made me feel like that moment could last forever
the colors of ecstasy burst all around us
and watching them with you was a major bonus
the beauty of the simplicity we had visited that night
deeply set my very soul alight
and as you covered me with that scratchy old blanket
and wrapped your arms around me, acting all protective
i felt something sparkle inside my heart,
something that promised we'd never stay apart
and as the last firecrackers embraced the night sky
you took me in your arms and looked deep into my eyes
and you told me you loved me and darling, i told you i did too
and then you showered me with happiness of which i never knew
so when i think of that night so long ago, i can't help but smile
and remember how you showed me all of my heart's desires
and though some would say we were young and we were stupid
and i'd agree – we made our own mistakes, all thanks to cupid
i wouldn't completely succumb to their harsh ideas
because i don't think what we had has truly disappeared
they think the fire we felt has long been extinguished
as we're older now and our passion should have diminished
but when you cook breakfast in the kitchen with me when we wake
and you laugh so loud that your belly rumbles and shakes
and your arms wrap around me as my alarm rings at dawn
i know that those feelings can never really be gone
when you solve your crossword while i read a book
and when you sit late at night, massaging my foot
i can't stop thinking about how you don't realize your worth
and that to me, you're the universe and so much more
because, darling, when you smile at me, i can still see stars in your eyes
and i know that no matter what, our love will never die
when you hold my hand i still feel like i'm on cloud nine
and when you simply look at me, i know you'll always, always be mine
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Broken Teacups
Poeziepoetry and prose from a treacherous soul [highly pretentious in the hopes of being highly aesthetic] [lowercase intended] Cover by @LyssiDee