Blessed eyes were mine when gazed in her direction, beating hearts became rapid pounds, like the zulu drums of africa, minds were like sponges but instead of holding fluid they held promise, they held struggle, they held intelligence, they held the deepest love ever felt by a feeling, sensible touches overwhelmed the emotions in ones heart while thoughts of two hearts becoming one surfaced, understanding roamed the core of our structure like a cellular phone, the skies dimmed with a nutmeg glow, like my halogen lit soul that found her everlasting, it had the look of a virgin swan in a Caribbean sea surrounded by precision, it was nourishment that came in the way of fruitful knowledge, without the pesticides, it was if her fruits were designed for my mind, like my love part was designed to enter her this way, at this force, at this angle, on this day, specifically at this time, under this sandalwood moon, it was as if her touch was the pillow under my head and her affection was the blanket to keep me warm, Love grew like the jasmine flowers that comfort the sun in the spring, as the skies became the glow of a precious sea, walks along mowed grass tickled the surface to her pedicured feet, while her smile kissed the lips to my warm eyes, held hands healed moments of confusion, identical laughter held moments in the mind that soothed the unsure heart, and secured self-esteem beyond the limits, with the arms of my heart I hold the moment that was, so I can remember the way love really felt in the moment...