"Still"

He would bring my feet upon the couch and cover me with a blanket. For this time I am drunk off the alcohol, yet, mostly off his care of me.

He would stand before me and be taken to his knees, wondering, worried, concerned...making sure I was truly okay.

He would talk, as if, a little boy inspired by dinosaurs.

I would listen.
I'm still drunk.

He would offer me a comfortable place between his arms as I rested my head upon his chest.

He would take a risk, take a chance and plant his lips upon mine, quickly as if he were already too scared.

And then something, more than drunk, more than a high

Would replace this seed and we would call it love.  
Unaware of our one of a kind, hell of a ride.

Love.

For in his arms tonight, I lie.
Trying hard not to let my eyes glisten with a spark of

Oh... undeniable joy
And I feel that tear running from my face.

Here in this place.
Where love has since lived.