Monday, November 10, 2008


A sunflower.
In a field of gray.
Shes beautiful when she opens her eyes and smiles that way.
Your the light that makes her shine,
your kiss on her is like holding time.
Hold her close hold her tight,
let her embrace your muscle's might.
She feels safe in those arms.
Even in a cold and dark stormy night.
She'll want to dance,
jut dance with you.
Maybe whisper in your ear...
let's dance the night through.
Then fall asleep cuddled up next to you.
Shes thinking.
Shes thinking about you.

I already miss you.

1 comment:

mariposa said...

That's so beautiful! I love how the words sort of paint a picture to see with.