It starts off like a gentle breeze on a summer night.
The hairs on your skin slowly rising, you smile.
The atmosphere is filled with the buzzing of bees and dragonflies.
Your heart silently beating in the background.
The sun is setting and blushing, exposing how you feel.
The warmth gently caressing your face.
There’s the last little whispers of birds from behind the trees,
letting you know to be prepared.
You’re in a daze, the waves are pulling you in.
You try to fight it, but you know that once he holds your hand,
there’s no way to beat the current.
being maarthaa 