It's What You Do To Me
When you speak, the words that I wish I’d written come, a torrent of beauty in a few sentences.
When you laugh, the sound that I spend hours wishing I could imitate comes cascading from you, reminding me of how the sunlight twinkles on a stream.
When you cry, that very stream flows from you, down your cheeks, where I catch them with my hand.
When you angrily toss that long red hair of yours that I so love to touch, your green eyes fierce and fiery, those eyes that I dream of, I feel so blessed to be near you and to have been the one that made you so angry.
When you calm down and I’m stroking your arm, I wonder if you know how much I want to kiss you.
And when you kiss me, I know heaven exists.