My thoughts for you are crowded
rush hour in the Walmart.
I'm not afraid because our love
is too bright to fall apart.
Your smell is a dance floor
full of young happy hearts.
Day by day I want you more,
I'm a bullseye full of your darts.
You hit me in the core,
put all my walls down.
You got me, you got me for sure.
Things about you
are songs in the silent air,
highlighted hope,
passionate zoo,
all matter seen by spectroscope,
something to dream,
something to dare.
R.G.