When i look into your eyes,

my heart spazzes, longing, aching for more.

your eyes burning the essence of love and passion,

i smile back, my conscience being quiet, and for once,

okay with what im doing.

I dont even need to ask,

over the past few months we've seem to have a surgery performed between us,

giving us the gift of telepathy.

you reach for my hand, and,

without looking back,

we walk together,

and dive into a pool we love to call Spontaneity,

and being transported to a place known simply as the future.

When we've arrived, we reach Memory Land, and,

we take the road less travelled,

and it always seems to take us to the same place,

my love...your love...our love

Come with me, and we'll revisit the life these years have created.