Today, I reminiscence the sweetness of your smile, which fits like a hue of gold and stays plastered to your face. It reminds me of the demure dreams which you harbour and the burial of some hopes. Today, I journal the cuteness quotient which you keep hidden and nurse it against my grieving heart. For, they say, love happens once and in my case it's you...your disarming smile, your hidden hopes, and your charm intact.
Tomorrow, you will linger in my dreams longer than necessary and purse up like a pearl-of-harbour. It will play in my mind like a broken record, and shall curl up in a corner like a naughty cat. You shall serenade my feline aspirations and creep in unannounced at the most inopportune of moments. You shall weave enigmatic seasonal garnishings, which will comprise a meal or two in my latitudinal plate of joy.
But today is today, and you sweep up the tidal moments of joy, and harmonise the elements which make up love, in a dictionary or two. You fleetingly arrive on the wings of hope, and stay. You smile like there's no tomorrow and I yield. The heavens are conspirational in yielding you my dewy dreams.