Days of Wine and Roses

When we first met,
You playfully countered
My awkward stare
With a mischievous grin,
And boldly met my gaze.
You were perhaps
The prettiest girl
I had ever seen,
And I couldn’t take
My eyes off of you.
Your smile drew me in,
And I fell in love
With the flavor
Of you words,
The color of your hair
And the way you moved.
We each opened our hearts
And poured out our souls,
And reveled in the notion
That our meeting each other
Was destiny fulfilled.
We made love
With reckless abandon,
Quenched our thirst,
Then lusted for more.
It was incredible
Those first few days and weeks
That turned into months,
How we couldn’t get enough
Of each other.
There just weren’t
Enough hours in a day
Or days in a week
For us to be together.
I would sometimes
Lie there for hours
Quietly watching you
While you slept,
In awe of your beauty,
And enthralled by
The gentle way
You breathed.
We were each so alive
And into each other.
We giggled and laughed
At silliest things
And made total fools
Of ourselves.
We wined and dined,
And danced all night,
And frolicked
In the morning sun.
In the frenzied delirium
Of our romance,
We lived moment
By precious moment,
As if there was
No tomorrow.
We tightly held
Onto each other
And stubbornly clung
To the illusion
That what we had
Would last forever,
But all to quickly,
The novelty was gone.
Though we still cherish
One another,
Our passions have waned
And given way
To the necessities
Of day to day life,
Yet I fondly remember
Those times
And crave that it might
Be that way again.