You are the wind whipping the tops of the trees. You are the beauty that sneaks up in me. You are the present that lives consumed in its glory without a thought of tomorrow. You are the rock love songs that make me smile and move my blood. You are a little bit of romance and a little bit of honesty, a little youth and a little wisdom. You are all I want, you fill my every waking thought and sneak through my dreams. You are the fire that consumes me, and the sea that washes my tears from me. You are the madness and the sanity, the disease and the cure. You are my love, my own dear heart.
For B.
M
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