Eventually...

  One of us may make the other cry. Not intentionally or maliciously but in the finality of all things, sadness may replace solace. The world will seep into the perfect beginnings of what was there and we may forget the lingering tingle of butterflies within. Those days where no wrong could be found in us may dim and we see each other as flawed mortals once more. Eventually... this may happen.
But for now....
  I would prefer to let my mind stir in the newness of us. To ponder if your kiss will taste of pink lightning. To savor the scent you leave on my shirt as I fall asleep wearing it. To allow every thought you share to evoke music in my soul and awaken the passions I fear to feel. Should these wishes be made real, i will pray our energies will turn the faces of gods. Perhaps as they look upon us, they will find pity in the moments finality and stop time. For if time is allowed to continue... well... eventually...