when I’m with You,
I—
I—
look how eloquent words
cannot describe how I feel
when I’m with You.
normal words fail to flow,
sometimes,
when I’m with You,
because
I hang on your every word,
too entranced to think.
I want to be with You,
more and more,
and savor the thrill
of my heart
s i p n
k p i g
beats,
and relish the way
You make me feel like
sINGING,
and count this blessing
that You’ve chosen to be
with me.
me!
(even if only for a day)
but every day I think about You and wonder
if You’re floating away on a dream, too