I’m in love with you.
my heart flutters, skin crawls and fingers tingle
with the heart stopping excitement and overwhelming immense joy that comes with being in your presence.
its a priviliage to call you my friend.
i was in love with you. Was, thats the word.
My high flying, cloud searching bird you’ve flown away
to soar above the mountains,
glide over the sounding seas
(they’ve been pulling me in close with every waking moment)
i cant blame you for wanting them over me.
But know this, the sky wont know what hit it.
you’re beautiful and your eyes never fail to greet mine every time i close my own.

ps. make sure your head count stays at one.