It's not a high novel
nor poetry.
And I'm neither singing it
nor writing.
It is a non-poetic song of the sun
that is not a star.

Stronger than hundred cyclops
and wider than all known spaces
A small little moment of us.
Infinite coincidences.
A heart beat,
so perfect, when I am with you.
It is a smile you draw in my mind
It is thousands of raindrops
on my pink umbrella
And five hundred silly things you do
with me.
And I do because of you.
It is a smile,
it's a hug,
a kiss.

It's us
and our love.
Forever.

Dainne