“When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more,
but my tongue falls silent and at once a delicate flame
courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing,
and my ears hum and a wet sweat bathes me and a
trembling seizes me all over.”
Sappho

So I think I’m sweet on someone. Yeah. This is the good time. If you’re sweet on somebody try to savor those moments. Which ever way they head later on, that moment is it’s own thing. Good or bad later on can’t change what that moment is. Roll it around in your mouth for a while. Me and my glass of white are going to contemplate this for a moment. Here’s the first verse of something I wrote for times like this.

If I paint a picture write a scripture you can understand
Package it with pretty things put it in your hand
That’s just a small example a sample more than ample
Enough to handle grasp caress place on the mantle
It’s an exhibit of something truly exquisite
Our hearts can revisit one hundred times in a minute
It’ll never diminish falter or find a finish
Exist in descendants thereby becoming endless
It’d live above dreams right past imagination
It’d breath aspiration and breed fascination
This is a seed that grows all possibilities
When confusion reigns it’s fulfilling peace
For hard lives it’s healing power seeps where scars hide
From this moment now until the stars die
It’s a spark through the dark like a signal flare
It’s a post card to your heart that says I wish I was there