for the amount of time i spent trying to describe a solitary moment worth mentioning between you
and I, it perhaps has been long enough for either of us to discover the meaning of love, and because its existence is mere, suddenly it
has become very apparent to me, once upon the middle of a night, that that very moment is actually mundane, not quite as romantic as
a flutter of an eyelash or a glance back after goodbye, it is the very realization that I wanted such a moment so dear, that every moment seemed
to be as minute and detailed as i saw it, because i wanted a moment to remember for the rest of my life, i watched every strand of hair of yours
dance from the tosses in bed till the ocean wind blows it dry, every slight tonal switch in your smile from silence to break; i saw the subtle curl from
your lips coral breach and seashell teeth, but the light haze of the fume softly creeping, gentle infusions may be unknown to the water but close to me like