..6..

As I look back
Upon the events of this month past
One thing remains flashing through my mind.
It makes me smile, yet pains me so.
Love confessed too soon, realized too late.
Hindsight is 20/20, right?
You said you loved me, I did the same.
We both had a little too much to drink that night.
Never have I felt such pleasure, or unyielding pain.
In my inebriated state, I said too much; not enough.
A gentle caress reminds you
That your heart belongs to someone else.
Always pretending to be so tough, made of iron.
I find you truly are sweet as honey, and
Soft as a child imagines a cloud would feel,
If he could reach up and touch it.
Quite the opposite of myself, I became attached.
I cannot say, nor shall I forget: your warm touch
Loving sparkle in your eyes, yearning in your voice
When you whispered "I want you" in my ear.