this moment

I want no fights.
I want no tears.
But how can a love with no downs
be filled with ups?

With no unfortunate,
how can we measure the fortunate?

All this is true
in all the ways of life.

As much as I hate it,
our love becomes so brilliant.

Driving down the expressway
and abruptly stopping by the side,
simply because I want to engulf you with kisses.

Soft and sweet,
Love so meek.
Blink,
and we would miss it.

I want to hold on to each moment
with you
and look back
to say
it was all worth it.