Tales of a hopeless romantic

My day has not started till I have seen you.
You remind me of the bitter taste of black coffee
mixed with sugar and stirred.
sweetness dancing on my tongue,
like  raindrops swirling in gowns of transparency
at their masquerade ball.
A sickly sweet scent stains my clothes
as yours press against mine.
My tongue twists this foreign language as I stumble
and stutter...
before you.

You leave me speechless
So let my kiss tell you my thoughts
and my eyes meet yours in this tender embrace.
After all there is no need to say anything
that my body cannot tell you.
Beyond the wandering moon that trespasses onto the sun,
I shall follow as far as you demand.
If forever exists then let us enjoy it together.
My day has not started till I have seen you,
And I don’t think I want it to end.