Amour encore

Love is beautiful.

It is waking up in the morning to your voice.

And knowing that however bad my day will be, you'll be there to make it wortk getting through.

It is melting in the warmth of your smile.

And feeling tears of emotion well up in my eyes.

It is going to sleep, hurt and angry.

And waking up feeling completely free.

Hanging up.

And then calling back.

Because I miss your presence.

Even for those five minutes.

To look into your eyes.

And say a million things.

To feel you.

Even when you're not there.

It is to lie in your arms.

And speak of love, without a sound.

Amour.

No, I am not in a relationship.

I am, perhaps, too free-spirited for one.

But I am in love.

We do not go on dates.

We meet, to remember.

To remember what he smells like.

And how soft his smile is.

I do not need his touch to ignite me.

The spark in his eyes will do.

How many ever times we repeat the routine.

There is no monotony.

Because that moment is ours.

We own it. Control it.

We belong there.

And it might not be magical, or extraordinary.

But it is ours!

And no one else can touch it.