Felling The Aroma Of Love

About you

I loved to see you and see that you were still the same. His messy hair swayed in the wind. Your laughter dyed your iris, leaving it more heaven than ever. I noticed, under the white shirt, that your journey to the academy was still firm. I loved to see you and know that you saw me too.

My heart raced as you walked, stopping by my side. The perfume invaded with ferocity, stirring up dormant feelings. You smiled at me, like that. And I smile at you with that present shyness. I loved to see you and realize that I fit your scent and, I confess, in a fraction of a second I imagined the time that made you a pillow.

You loved to see me. That's what you said, word for word, without hiding as much as you like. Your hand touched my face and I faded slightly. There was so much history in that touch. I sighed deeply, remembering the world I left behind when I decided to move on.

I loved to see you and to know how well you are, even far away. I loved to see you and realize how good I am, just because you are far away. I loved to realize that my laughter still matched your own, and that your malice recognized mine. I loved to see you and dance in your uncontrollable rhythm, to stumble in the longing that I left behind and to smile for the simple fact of being.

You loved to see me and you came closer. He left a kiss on my neck which, I confess, made me shudder. You loved to see me and you tried hard to make yourself noticed. Energy bristled our hair. Your eyes lingered on mine and you loved to see that I no longer looked away. It was latent.

I loved to see you and I loved your poetry. I had a nostalgia about the lines you read and the rhymes were unrelated to me, which I did not already know about your story. I loved to see you and recognize my manias in your cacoetes. I saw so much of myself that I loved to see you. I saw so much of us, that I loved to see you.

You loved seeing me and tried to steal a kiss from me. I held you for a while and pulled you away. You loved me for it, because you like the challenge and I, in other times, have never been to challenge you. You loved to see me and realize that you no longer recognized me. He loved my new mania, my new haircut, my new way of smiling, but he confessed that he still loved the shyness that was brushing my cheeks. She was glad she had not, at least.

I loved to see you and I loved to recognize myself with you. I loved your traits - so mine. I loved your laughter - so much mine. I saw you in exactly the way I left when I left. But I'm no longer the boy who slammed the door on his way out.

I loved to see you and realize that, for you, I still feel everything.

And engraved in my heart, our history is written. Of how I am your tiger, and you are my lioness.

Will you marry me?