To Love's End.

8/9/2008
[ Conscience. ] -- Transcend.

Sometimes I dream about us, and all we do is lay down next to each other on an open green field with our arms and legs spread wide. Where all we talk about are the shapes we see in the sky, until I realize that I don't need to fly to get closer to heaven. I just have to look at my side. I turn to you, coming slowly closer, and as you notice me doing so..you do the same. Until our lips come close and we expect something from each other. A warm kiss, a silent stare...then three soft spoken words: I love you.