You are a book of intense, interesting poetry with the four letters L-O-V-E lying hidden in its contents.
You’re the book of magical words I wish to force into fruition with my imagination and my imagery;
Only to find out more about you and what gems lay hidden in your deep midnight eyes.
My mother used to tell me,
Love, never wish on stars because your heart will surely break.
Tonite I feel magic in the air.
I feel the stars calling on me; as the moon guides my way.
Shall I tell you a secret?
I wished on one.
I found you.
And there is no one I would rather be with more.
You….
You are all my seasons. More than anyone can ask for.
You understand that and o how my heart sings and desires to be with you in all my dealings of the heart.
You are all my heart asks for.
Nothing less and nothing more.