Getting Serious

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.