Let the people in mass count backwards during their incoherent state of not knowing what a new year can bring…

See them… they marvel in awe of fireworks and individuals found beautiful… for only one night…

Loud singing glass clinking and pulsating music. .. all mere distractions that trouble me not for come that sequence of events… I will be looking directly at you…

At a quiet dinner gazing across the table… amongst friends at a party… or just walking to get lost while the madness consumes the rest of the world who are partying for only one night…

This is one night of many that we shut our eyes and kiss with many more to follow. My marzipan sugar sweet confectionery delight. I have tasted our future on your lips and it sticks in my heart.