That Which is Growing

As we approach one another my anticipation soars
A smile jumps from my mouth to yours

My lips crave even your slightest attention
For they know of a bliss I dare not mention

Fearing to lose that which is growing

As arms embrace and wrap around
A contentness comes with warmth abound

For I wish my eyes to remain in her stare
And to never be broken from such soothing glare

Fearing to lose that which is growing

Now all else seems so very cold
Compared to the one I now hold

It requires not a man of all knowing
To see between us this special growing