I lay here in the grass,
Listening to your songs and writing,
Taking deep breaths,
I love what you write.
Hearing the words on the page,
I can feel the words of your heart beating,
Beating on the page as I read you.
My pulse races, when I think of you,
Turning the pages,
I taste the silence of the world,
I can taste every word,
And my anxiety take over.
Words so wonderful, reminding me of you,
Of secret songs not meant for anyone,
Of this world,
To know; but it’s a shame not to love.
You write just for you, I love that,
These things you love.
I do too.
And that’s what I love about you.
I Love you.
~ to be continued