to learn you by heart

to immortalize Us, drawing the art

that you are

down to your feather lashes, the bump on your nose bone

the freckle between your eyebrow,

the wayward hair that I've known

for only less than a hundred hours.

But, love, We are based not on time,

We are based on the showers

of kisses we give

and the glances we steal

of each other when one of us is not looking

and the moments of bliss that we feel

This moat around me

is drying up, revealing the soil

And you're holding the seeds

ready to wipe away the toil

I've endured, my hard work ceasing to exist

replacing it with flowers,

all from a First Kiss.