The Simple Things

From then on, how could I have known?

A quiet boy in a small Virginia Café,

Sweet smells of chocolate syrup held in air.

Under the wondering stars,

Lullabies of the crisp night,

Gathering flowing light,

A lost image,

"Can you put me on your shoulders?"

You swept me off my feet.

A smile as I walked, 

Unknowing of what was next to come.

Lonesome, I was captive.

For love is what I wished upon,

For the stars and the moon met the night sky for the first time.

A constant beating to our hearts,

Until at once our gazes intertwine.

The drums of a rock concert, consuming my heart with each palpitation.

Nerves on end,

Plans sweating,

The songs of Shakespeare's breath whispers in my ear.

A hushed silence, until he speaks like a dove,

"So what's your favorite color?"