We cross the street,
arms around each other’s waist.
The only embrace allowed,
in such a public place.
Window shopping through downtown,
a mini gateway along dream road.
staring back at us from the windows.
Mime eye curiosity,
when they continue do they move?
Do their eyes follow us out of veiw?
Convincing to sell us the clothes off lacks.
Your laughter tickles my ribs.
you think so much of what i say,
is funny in a clever way.
I hear u say things new to my ear.
Phases as we grow old i’ll hold u dear,
Throughout the year!!!