If They Could Hear Us Now...

If they could hear us now, the things we talk about,
They'd think we're crazy; absolutely insane.
What made it so we could even say the things we say?
When things began, what did we expect? Not much;
Maybe a touch or two, here and there, maybe a tiny bit of careless care...
But now when you run your fingers through my hair, my heart skips a beat.
I look into your eyes; so deep, and you smile that unbelievably beautiful smile.
"Wow!"
Every singe day you captivate me, like a never ending first week,
And I see an entire future laid out in front of me.
When did we become forever? When did we ignite this fever? We have fallen ill.
And this illness is bliss. Thank the heavens for this madness!
If they could hear us now, how would they react? In fact, let me rephrase;
Would they think we are blind, and stupid in love?
I care not, because I've been blind. I know I'm young, but maybe life can be that kind!
I've been behind the eyes of a child in love with the idea of 'forever in love'.
I've over-analysed this time and time and I've come to realize that
No matter how I lay it out, it just feels right. For once in my life...
I am one hundred percent sure that this puzzle piece of mine has fallen into place.
Yes, sometimes I get hurt. Maybe you do too.
Of course it's going to hurt sometimes, otherwise it wouldn't be real life.
This is reality.
But nothing is more painful than the thought of life without you here with me.
And yes, sometimes you lack the emotional capacity to see when you have hurt me.
You don't think about the words you say out loud, there is no filter brain to mouth;
Honesty is policy, naturally.
Sometimes the things you say hurt me badly, but then I take some time for me,
And when I think about everything you've ever said that makes me happy...
... All is well again.
Because the things you say that are upsetting are temporary,
But the things you've said that have made me smile are lasting. One last thing;
One day, all the things we say will come true.
This is my vow to you.
If they could hear us now... maybe they'd see a love that's true.
I love you!

Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora (c)
31 January 2016 [0551h]