Life's little celebrations.

A year ago today.
I stand on that bridge,
and plant a kiss upon your lips.
It took one look
to fall in love;
a movement,
a touch,
them puppy-dog eyes,
a kiss.
And there it was,
as rich as chocolate,
as sweet as honey,
a soft golden glow
of strong heavy love
weighing down my feelings
as light as a feather.
That is how i felt.
This is what i feel.
It was love.
It always will be.
A year today,
No celebration
but the shouts of the St. Patricks day crowd,
but to me it will always be
so much more.