good morning letters.

i can feel summer, you make it come closer.

and i think you might be a lot like me,

a mirror of my soul and energy.
i cant help my cautious heart..
it just doesnt want to break apart.
i am no indian giver, ill give my love
and it wont wither. i know what it means
to take you in, and show you something more
to take delight and comfort in.
alive in my heart, ill show you with my art.
how can it be so lost to so many?
when all it took was for you to get me..
an honest lover, i only want to be a flower.
with you, we can bloom.
i dont wanna be in over my head,
when i lay my body to rest in your bed.
but i feel your warmth it surpasses the summer,
it reaches beyond the the sunlight we met under.
by natural design we have come together.. a year later.

laying in your poetry im naturally drawn.
inside those eyes, i hear my favorite song.
i feel like ive written it alright,
for now. to show you how
you make me feel.