Friday, April 27, 2012

Simply You

When I think of you
As I often do,
I feel warm and bubbly inside
And I . . .
I want to smile.

When I see you walking toward me
The bubbles begin to spill over,
And I know that I'm . . .
I'm going to smile.

when I hear your voice
Warm like wine,
Mountain brooks and high meadow flowers
Tickle right here and I . . .
I smile.

And I look and I see,
You're smiling too.


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