Getting Serious

Written by: James Ph. Kotsybar

I wonder: 
Can I look into your eyes and mean it 
when I say that knowing you 
will make me never long for another?

Let me say (instead?): 
There is (with you) a greater degree 
of contentment and commitment 
than I have ever allowed or enjoyed.

I could say: 
My love for you is focused as logic, 
giddy as champagne, warm as a hot tub 
and bright and burning as a laser.

More honestly: 
The strain of love’s a medley of changes – 
no lullaby, but a rising, swelling dedication, 
that bridges to an unwavering march.

Surrounded by elaborate and colorful pageantry
that winds a route completely impromptu
for which we are totally unrehearsed,
our hearts, drumming within the cavalcade,
synchronize to the parade’s harmony,
while we hold each other in steadfast step.