Unspoken thoughts. Sweet words.

I've tasted love.

I've tasted love at 7 a.m. Where the eyes are still half closed at the sun rays coming through.

I've tasted love at 10 a.m. Where there's a breeze and bit of laughter to make it all better.

I've tasted love at 1 p.m. Where the sun is a bit hidden between the clouds and the leaves start to fall.

I've tasted love at 4 p.m. Where the eyes meet and the stomach dances at the touching hands.

I've tasted love at 7 p.m. Where the sweaty hands reach out for his face and the lips lock.

I've tasted love at 10 p.m. Where the jokes come alive and the stars smile along to the rhythm of his laugh.

I've tasted love at 1 a.m. Where the ink of the pen starts writing a poem for the boy who promised to never leave.

I've tasted love at 4 a.m. Where the eyes are still open and you find yourself thinking about him.

I've tasted love in many shapes, forms, sizes, times of the day, flavors and emotions. I've tasted love.