And here we are again.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of staring at your brown,
chiseled face —
And every line,
And every curve in it that meet in edges.

I don’t know how I’d stop,
This fluttering in my chest,
Every time that same face shows up in my head,
In my dreams,
Any time,
Any day.

Here we are again,
Here I am again, rather.

I don’t know how much longer I could keep up with this.