still

I met my prince late at night. We litsened to Howard Jones, stole a case of beer from the bar, and danced. I looked through his records. He fed me. We talked about baseball and jazz. I loved his shy smile, and he loved my laugh. And then we fell in love.
And now here we are in our little cottage, almost 2 years old, and still in love, still inspired. Still staying up late together, talking about jazz and baseball. Still dancing to his old records and making delicious sweetness together. I am sharing the awe of my youth with a him and I am happy, still.