The Moment

A bottomless cup of meaningless conversation,
over coffee, seated at quersy.

Recognition of the smile on your face,
knowing the sudden enlightment.

Refreshed by newness of life,
your appreciation for everything.

Listening to your Roarkian outlook on life
and wishing I didn't ruin
your idealistic view of love so often.

Annoyed when you cover your lip with finger,
I want to see all of you.

Your inability to let it pass without commenting,
usually expressed by,
"I love you" or "You're beautiful."


... you are indeed.