Every lover knows

It's up to us
what we do with this
use it, abuse it
discard it at will

Or turn it into a paper airplane
on magical wings
fill it with a breath of air
you breath and mine

Watch it soar untrammeled
above the ordinary and mundane
transmogrify into passionate and
singular and so essentially us

That years from now, when we
look back, wistfully maybe...
you from your vantage point and
me from mine...won't we be glad
we didn't abuse it.