Tender kisses under cloudless skies, knees brushing against the leaves of corn plants, winds softly whispering through your yellow dress, wisp tendrils of coiled up black up touching the pale cheeks—a smile so wide, so beautiful gracing your red lips; as you watch him hand you a yellow diasy s h y l y

Flaming cheeks, flickering glances, eyes somehow finding each other, palms grazing each other, fingertips trailing her chin, flower specked mountains glinting under her harsh sunlight—just you and me, she mutters softly against the curve of his mouth; both of them passionately in l o v e

Their heartbeats louder than birds singing, their nerves on fire, heat pooling in their stomach, with each step closer to each other; their breath catching, warm, warm feeling alighting their bodies, both of them f l o a t i n g

No one could guarantee whether this was a fling, or something so powerful that would tear them apart, or something steadily, boldly beautiful that would stay with them for rest of their lives. All they knew, at that moment, that one second, one minute, or one year spent with each other was p r e c i o u s

—Love, love, love, everyone passing on bicycle, ladies carrying baskets of tea whispers, children playing under frenzied skies, they are in love. Like wax candles, they light each others world, burning themselves in each other.