a kiss

It wasn't grand,
There weren't fireworks,
or wind blowing us around
or doves flying above.
It was simple.
Her lips on mine,
soft and still
And I knew,
Right then and there
That this is right,
This is home,
This is what I want.
And she is it.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This is a brief, clear description of a simple act, but it describes a profound inner experience. Thus does it inform us that we don't need "fireworks" to tell us when an occurrence is important; something within us will do that. Well done.