Maelstrom.

Not everything has to rhyme, not everything has to be civilized. We could drown in our personal elation amidst utter chaos and devastation.

Here goes,

You grab my hand and with the strength of a hundred million suns, you lift me to my feet.

The moonlight makes your mischief glow like the fireflies around us. I race you to the waterside and you shove me in, screaming with primal delight.

Diving in, i catch but a fleeting glance of what you were when we first met. Changed you have, into more than i ever dared dream of, much more than i could ever comprehend.

I'm just a kid, a naive rebel with no sense of direction, a lone figure in the distance. What could i have done that the gods saw fit to bestow upon me an angel of infinites?

The Belle of the Ball, she is.

Our lips touch. Like the collision of two planets in space, the energy a from a dying star. Even in the dark, i can see how happy you are.

In your atmosphere, everything else pales in comparison. Not even the nightingales from which come forth melodies that sooth the soul nor the grass that flows like water with each subtle breeze. The smells, oh the fragrances! Bottle them i would, for you i would battle the giant and slay every dragon. The fairies whisper, jubilance etched in their voices. The great pines shiver, not because autumn is in session but because never have they seen beauty that comes close to rivaling yours.

Howling agreements that travel for miles, the wolves nod in approval of the wise oaks.

Droplets plummet to the ground as we leave the lake together, our footsteps a rehearsed dance. Even our heartbeats are in sync. It reverberates all around, creating the symphony for the universe. The stars converge, the rendezvous which is you.

Swirling is a maelstrom of toys, little fire engines and planes. The children squeal with overwhelming excitement. They throw their arms around your neck and swear to never let go.

The philosophers have no explanation, the deities baffled. The aura mesmerizes, like a spellbinding trance. Your aura, a meditation soothing the heart.

My heart.