I tell you:
there are limitless
parcels of
that waning and waxing
infatuous reservation
of mine.
For simplicity,
I could go on
and on
by the purity of
your laughter,
the whimsy of
your smile, or
the input of
your embrace
and that would be fine.
And maybe simplicity
is best,
available for anyone, but
that wouldn't be why
I told you this.
Whether it be from
the songs and sights,
or the darkened windy day,
and all the little creatures who are
almost always passed over,
my inspiration comes from you,
as if everything I could see
hear or touch
was made in your form
for me to seek out.
So,
I am obsessive,
at times,
and I like to say
hello,
so please know
that I feel destined for you,
for your seal,
and I will seal this
with a kiss.
