My thoughts of you are soft and fluffy
Both cool and pleasant like a spring breeze
and warm and sunny like those early fall afternoons.
High as the clouds
Free as a butterfly, wings still fragile
we're still a little bit afraid to fly,
but I'll risk fallling if I'm falling with you.
I get giddy thinking about you.
All smiles and daydreams
and sometimes I miss you
not quite an ache- but a feeling that I'm missing something
Thinking in the night,
watching the rain,
Listening to songs we shared together.
I'm not one to use the word love,
but our love is like a pillow-
comforting and soft, pressure free and...
us. Just us.