Running in circles, my cyclical bliss
of love ever after, run after a kiss.
Chasing a moment, imagining us
loving together. I gather your trust
into these hands and hold it to heart.
We tangle in talking, our arguments farce.
My lovely, you love me. We run all about
in circular chases of being sought out.
To capture you would be the end of a run
but what a beginning the ending has brung.
Dizziness, silly bliss, this is to seem
to others for whom love is deemed but a dream.
Around and around through our youth into age,
our story gets sweeter with each turn of page.