How strange a time you scare a single hair out of my soft spoken head.
How strange a love you cast out and reel back in.
How strange you feel when you laugh.
How strange you make me smile.
I love you, you know.
I promise I'll love you if you let me.
I promise I can't spend a night not dreaming of your lofty face,
not skimming over our latter plans,
our intimate times.
I swear that everything I say is true,
and everything you mean.
I can't tell you a lie, I can't look at you honestly.
I can't be happier.
I could never have hoped for anything better.
I feel right in the right places of myself--
in my finger tips where I've felt you,
in my eyelashes that I've seen you through,
in the tiny blushing heart below my chest.
I feel amazing.
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