Plato's plateau

At the touch of love,
Everyone becomes a poet
But I'm starting to believe
It's more than a touch
It's kisses and hugs.
It's butterflies in your stomach
And the way you savour each moment of love.
But its also,
The deeply rooted painful memories,
Of moments shared,
He doesn't look at you the same anymore.
She no longer laughs at your silly jokes.
It's the scarcities of goodnights,
Sleep tights..
Or maybe I love you's
If you've gotten that high.
But nothing prepared you for this...
When the heartbreak sinks in.
You keep thinking,
What could have been.
What should have been.
What will be.
But it's all a desiree.
It's time...

...to move on.