In this beautiful glasshouse,
We danced like kids in recess;
Our smiles trailing the chandelier-lit room
As we waltz through the Turkish floor
With childish gracefulness.

In this gorgeous room of awe,
We created a moment for ourselves;
All worries lost, as we drown in each other's gaze.

In this temptatious site of desire,
Lies something deeper than romance;
A feeling akin to no other hovers like an expectant clowd.

In this air-conditioned suite of mystified aeration,
The world shrinks;
its picturesque horizon fades as the benight sound of "how high the moon" sets the mood.

In this blissful moment pregnant with promise, we scale the stairway;
walking hand in hand as our eyes swear promises with childlike euphoria.

In this fleeting second and fading dawn,
we don't have to worry about "forever":
we have found it in each other.

and with this new promise of blissful coexistence
we seize the day
treating every second like it's our last.

Yes, tomorrow is not promised,
but today...Is ours


© shalex