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