Saturday Kissfully

I fall in love. I do so everyday. With her as she walks the street. Perfect shoed; perfect dressed, and perfect hair. Untouched profile, a perfect nose. And I know it's reciprocal: we fall in love; we always fall in love. Amid sunlight, the street's life, and it's songs. We fall, and I catch us with my camera, we fall for 1/500th of a second and it is pure, kissful bliss.