A Song.

I hear a song
that never is played
on the radio.
I know it only
because of that moment,
when we became more
than juvenile lovers,
and it screamed
hot buzzing noise
somewhere distant.

I remember it because of the funny motion
you made with your hands
and the quirky smile
that made me laugh.

I love you so much,
that the lyrics
the whole world marches to
matter not
to me.