I fell in love, hearing the sound of her voice. The sounds exhaled played upon the heartstrings alone. Creating a beautiful, irresistible tone. Pleasant to the ears. Agreeable to the soul. An incredible combination waiting to be told. Her voice is like a melody. Settling on rivers flowing, carefully growing. Into an oasis, lovely and rare. The winds of acceptance float everywhere. Together with outstretched hands. Greeting. Receiving. Honestly as planned. I am in love. Does anyone care. Noticeably, reconstructed from head to our toes. Similar to innocent crying eyes. Emotional driven deep inside. Holding on to memories of our night together. She and I were confessing. What we felt was surely a blessing. Filtering down from the cloud. As gentle rain cleanse our lives. We're involved in the gathering harvest. Where desirable fruit are laid to rest. Inside a comfortable, well-prepared dream. Two lovers in-between. Life and love that was meant to be. Shared. Handled with care. With touches softly aligned. As ascending steps stacked below the sunrise. It's our way to escape. Into divine real estates. Not made with hands, however, glorious and grand. We can admit now that we are in love.
© Daniel Mason