That day

I remember the feelings I had when I slipped my hand in yours.
Before I went in to the theatre, I knew that I was gonna do it. I knew you wanted it, and I knew it felt right. So I did, and it felt great.
And it's been uphill ever since.
I've never felt like this. So in love, with the love growing, not fading. My interest is still far from waning even 4 months into it. It's not going away, I'm here to stay.

Stealed!

Oh dear me. It seems that my love for you has caused me to sneak in here to write you a silly poem:

My love for you is like pop rocks and sody pop
Something sweet, mixed with something sweet,
It fizzes over, bubbling, foaming, and everyone knows something's different.
They see it, in everything we do.
They see us, smiling, laughing.
Dancing, running, smiling, laughing.
Wait.
I've just said that.
Oh well, we do that a lot, so it's okay.
But then we run some more, we laugh, and yeah, we smile.
It's not so much a poem as a rambling now, but it's still okay.
You and I are like two stars, circling each other in a distant galaxy.
We spin around and around.
Our lives revolving around each other.
We don't touch now, we are still to far away.
But in the future, we both know what will come:
Days of togetherness. The day that we collide, become one star.
Spinning forever, together.
From that day forward, nothing will separate us.
And that is the day I wait, long, for.
The day our heavenly bodies collide, and we become one, in God, under God, and in our hearts.