I love random acts of love. I’m sure most people would simply say we are still in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but after a year, we are still very much enamored with each other. There’s nothing quite like sitting here, concentrating on something, then BOOM, being drawn into a kiss.
Much of my poetry of late has been very mushy, and romantic, and centered on Lisa. The reason is pretty obvious, as I’ve never been so happy. Finally finding someone that understands me, in her own odd way, has been the greatest gift ever.