struck.

we lay abreast

the world forgotten

vanity bleeding

for love struck us

o'

ever so gentle!

Love is misery. But not being in love, is misery too. *sigh* 

as the sun sets..

angels drone overhead

their harps entertaining,

the gods stand witness

to a primeval ceremony,

two nervous hearts

eager to unite,

comfort attained

with hands clasped,

a time of

bliss & serenity beckoning,

and lo!

a kiss.

our first, kiss.