Walking hand in hand alone, stopping in a dark patch of moonshadow thrown
by a copse of trees along the path, and click, I knew I had to kiss you,
and you knew it too, your face came up to mine in the same instant as I
whirled you around to me.  I wanted to hold you tight in the cold night
air on the path from the stargazing tower where we saw the shooting stars
that make wishes come true.  I would have wished for you during one's
brief course if I had been quick enough, even though I did not know you
were you until that moment, a moment whose obviousness made wishes seem
unnecessary.