Your make-up is so diverse. I love that.
You do have the ability to keep me toasty warm. Kudos.
I miss you most quite frankly, whenever I do not see your inspiration in my writing.
The colors across your eyes, dazzle me.
The splinters I feel pulling you close are harrowing reminders that I must treat your embrace like a baby lamb.
The fascination I garner watching you snore, keeps me smiling.
If I could frame every real life moment we’ve spent together, my home would look like a library. I long for cloudy days to dissipate and warm, sunny rays to shine through. I will gladly sit ‘yon grass lawn and count caterpillars if you cover my legs and misplaced steps bravely.