In the presence of lovers

In the presence of true lovers.
Beyond the cringey kisses and awkward gaze avoiding.
And the jealous rage that may stir within the comparison and competition or want of miracles kiss choosing you instead for the perfect bliss.
The blessing of their presence crosses the mind.
The divine nature of love beating inside.
Watching the twisting winds knocking at their sides.
Yet they break not their interlocking hands.
And it settles the heart that watches on far.
Like the shooting stars drawing on night skies together we are pulled into their trance.
And their excitement becomes our endearment in that moment.
Some settle down their ambitions within looking vicariously, some waiting turn, and others need to find more than what they have and seek out a new dawn.