Day 50

Fifty days and fifty nights,
Holding strong, holding tight.
It seems as if eternity has passed,
Memories make the moments last.

I remember the first one,
A little drunk, but lots of fun,
You grabbed my arm, we snuck outside,
The laws of physics we did abide.

How about the lip lock,
Sitting there atop that rock,
Orange rays, fading to ocean blue,
Just in love and still so new.

When I think about the kiss we shared,
Up on a high, in the jungle air,
Butterflies come out to say hello,
Love bursting, ready to grow.

Now time drags on, no new memories,
No stories to write in your diary,
But I know the next time we meet,
We will be left with a taste, oh so sweet.