If I were there I'd kiss you myself,
reach and pull some red wine from the shelf.
Then we'd toast to love bliss,
and share a sweet kiss.
Kissing and hugging the night away,
just as sweet lovers play.

We wouldn't worry about being callous,
our love would make Romeo and Juliet jealous.
But never mind,
love should be sweet, callous and kind.
An agreed upon elation,
giving no others explanation.

Down under the moon and stars,
a love blast heard far out as Mars.
Seemingly alien in nature,
too powerful for the human feature.
Yet human in form,
just sweet love bringing up a storm.

O