Golden hour twinkles and shines.
The magnificent hue makes us feel alive.
Alive in a way we had never felt - sweating in our setting sun's heat.
Fingers tracing.
Thinking out loud, and making out.
Admiring the architecture that you've built.
Bacardi, coke, and lime.
Music pumping through the hanging vines.
I look at you and can't tell a lie.
I've never felt this sort of time.
The time that stops - and then, it's just you and I.
The golden hue - turning a glowing, pink.
I think to myself: No one has ever loved me so well. I don't deserve this. Maybe with you, my heart has purpose.
Moments go by so very, fast.
Fleeting moments that I hope will last.
Your brown eyes dart at me,
and steal my heart - irrevocably.
I blink, forgetting I'd miss what my open eyes see.
Time has passed.
I'm no longer sitting with you, admiring the grass.
Our candy coated sky will forever cry - for all the love that we left behind.
