We haven’t done this…yet, but if we did here’s my take on it.
The convertible, a zippy little number, squeals its tires as it grips the bend in the road. You squeal as well, and we both laugh as we live for the day.
I look over at you as the wind rushes through your hair, lifting it, caressing it, and then casually tossing it everywhere. Carefree, just as you are, and always have been. You look around and your eyes light up, illuminated by the sunlight dancing off the ocean’s slick surface. It hugs the road in its endless embrace and as they fade into the distance as one, they beckon us forward…together.
I steady the car out and then steal a look at you and my heart stops. As it always does. I am yours, lost in your love and steady in my devotion. And I am grateful for this and every stolen moment with you.
I need not steal it, I know. But I am greedy and therefore, cannot get enough. I am a shameless thief of any and all time with you, and when it comes to you, I would do it over, and over again.
RT Pleiades
R.T. Pleiades 