just one more amour

your eyes and your smile and your hands 

are warm,

when i see you i smile as well, oh god

cliche as cliche

is love, made out to be so grandious and

unique and fantastic

("nobody will love like we have!")

really as common, and valuable

as mid puddles?

we all feel, see, hear it 

more or less the same 

in the same way, and just as easily

once it's begun

yet we still value and treasure 

this experience common as

oak leaves in fall

i love you as strong as love is

and i will stay ____ the seasons change

because of the gold in your eyes

and you;