I write - XXIII

Blushing cheeks
The rush of romance

Whispered sweet nothings
The coos and aah's

Walking down a cobbled street
The quick pirouette

Lowered lashes
The slight tremor in the hands

Soft sighs
The idyllic daydreams

Quickened senses
The racing of my heart

The first flush of love.

Aah, what a wonderful feeling,

Of which, I write.