Ain't It Sweet...

Ain't it sweet to reminisce about a time when love was about walks in the park, a bouquet of flowers and a song picked out just for her. When it was not wanting to get off the phone or when the moon served as a conduit between spaces too wide to feel her hand in yours. When love was that sweet satisfying kiss hello...accompanied by an air stealing embrace. When it was the sigh goodbye that was blessed by a thousand look-backs...as if to say "just one more kiss and maybe I'll stay"... 

To then be followed up by the walk or ride home alone. Sportin a goofy smile and the sometimes empty feeling of not being able to lay next to her for the night...touching that empty spot where she might lay. The spot in bed or the sofa where you get to wrap your arm around her waist and pull her in close enough for the passionate make-out session that usually leads into the magic of either another kind of dance...or a spooning session that comes with its own perks. Where your fingers get to graze her skin with an admiration for beauty or where you're privileged to have her take your hand and place it on her heart as though it were a security blanket. All the while, resting your hearts in a gratitude that inspires relief...and a peace only matched by dreams of flight. Moments...of true life. Of a true love that nothing can steal away from memory. All stored in the heart...lived out in surrendered abandon...

I still believe in this. I still pine for it all and one day...I'll see it renewed again. Even in this age of lists and superficial hearts...I have no doubt. Why? I have no list and my heart still beats the sound of a thousand impassioned poets. I am who I am...and I will never change...

Sweetest dreams my loves... Ain't it sweet...

~moses apollo