You make me curious, I wonder about us, I think of you. I recall memories and anticipate experiences. I dream harder, with fiery passion and red roses devoted to your smile. I watch you closely, with admiration as you build love with your bare hands and soft lips, answering unspoken questions of mine about you and I with a gentle touch and peaceful words, graceful eyes of yours focused passionately on grateful eyes of mine.
I could have cruised through life, aimlessly existing, but you, my dear...
Israel S. Dudley
Writer at In These Moments