Race to split the end

 Everything about chasing after you was beautiful.
Standing by me still you were running.
We are both sprinting as you look back at me following.
The moment asked for nothing so you smiled back.
Can a man be blamed for being excited about these exchanges?
Silent will you ever know how he really felt about you?
Late eyes can't close without a soft touch.
Lifted as they call it.
Virtually a drink was poured into a green cup.
In reality these drinks slowed a man down.
Thinking alone we could be moving or just holding.
Liquid hits the senses and brings praise to our advances.