A feeling inside swells and rises,
its sweet substance invading,
flooding and rushing though;
claiming the heart as its own.
The precious drunkenness of love
floods the chambers of the soul
the mind has been intoxicated
and thinks a million things.
The senses have all been sharpened
yet, they remain focused on one
they see the beauty, hear the laughter,
feel the softness and taste the life.
Moments spent together pass too swiftly,
and hours spent apart never end.
They cannot see the future,
they do not glance behind.
The present they share
Living each moment as one.
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