A prediction box

The days
these days,
my love,
they flow
from one to another,
satin silk smooth.
sleep walking
in slow motion,
they are no longer measured by time.

Treasure them
my love,
for these are the best days,
of our love!

Soon, very soon, you know,
the mind is working hard,
to discover
more and more
about each other,
and then
we will smother
each other into
predictable relationship boxes!