I feel love tracing itself around our skin,
with paints, water colors, and pens,
fate and serendipity are laughing and kissing
beneath our skin,
filling our bodies, birthing a movement from within:
so choiceless only the blossoms of spring
can understand and listen…

ah, resting here with you,
in a gentle, sweet moment
between intuition and déjà vu,
keeps me coming back to you…