After a Kiss

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.


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