CLOSE

© RYAN GUILEY

The closeness is so real,

As I can only hear and feel,

As I touch and lift up your chin,

A kiss at last, with your hairpins.

Gazing in those brown eyes,

Taking your hand and realize,

We dance so close, burning inside,

You are my eternity and all my pride.

Back and forth with tiny steps,

Dangling was the locket she kept,

A teenage ambition and dream,

We sparkled and just beamed.

Her hands around my neck,

As she got close, with a peck,

Her lips taste like strawberries,

That moment there was no worries.

If this time could last forever,

She is amazing and so clever,

The music finally came to a stop,

But I still sung, from the very top.

“Love maybe a four letter word”,

“But it is only I, in this whole herd”,

‘That will love you to eternity”,

“As our love is filled with purity”

Dancing on the tile floor,

Singing, as I just wanted more,

To feel that astonishing intimacy,

She was red hot, even with the blowing A.C.

My hands around her waist,

As just had to touch her face,

Denise smile and replied,

“I am yours, your pretty bride”.

The years went by so fast,

As we will forever will last,

100 years old, still being so close,

Sleeping away, while we doze.