“Home”

Maybe you will break my heart, and maybe you won’t.
Incandescent, effulgent, you are uncertain, evanescent and fleeting.
One thing is for sure.
Your heart is kind,
Beautiful, like a cherry blossom,
 Open it up, and you will be mine.
Sitting by the fire together,
Sipping wine, becoming cozy,
You make me feel the way I do
When reading a superb novel,
My heart, cleansing itself.
I hold you in my arms,
Kissing your lips
Your neck,
Your soul.
We are naive,
As only those in love can be,
And I cherish every moment.
But,
I haven’t met you yet.