Love
Love letter to self
I love you when your smile is pure. When your smile is wide. And I love the twinkle in your eyes then. I know the day is best then. When it rains and still you shine, I love you then. When your freedom shows as you dance in the rain, bask in the sunlight, or challenge the wind, I love you them. I love your casual appearances and simple style as well as the not so usual. I love that the trends do not matter, that what you love does. And I love your sensitivities that arrive most always on schedule. You are not one to put on airs, although independence is one. As I love this independent air it goes hand in hand with your dependant flair. Your professional manner is to be desired; your gift for managing should be acquired. I love your gift to gab, your gift to nurture, your gift to create and destroy. I love you when you think you have none. I love that you see beyond the cover but include it also. And I love your interpretations of them. Your ideas, your dreams, and most everything it seems, are things that I love about you. Anal they may say, but analyst on the way. In collections you trust this talent a must. I love that about you. A drama queen they say, an artist I preen. Because the color you bring, and the words you sing are all signatures from within. These things about you, all of them I love. And I love the ones you do not. So you see, you and me, are one and the same.
I love you.
I love you when your smile is pure. When your smile is wide. And I love the twinkle in your eyes then. I know the day is best then. When it rains and still you shine, I love you then. When your freedom shows as you dance in the rain, bask in the sunlight, or challenge the wind, I love you them. I love your casual appearances and simple style as well as the not so usual. I love that the trends do not matter, that what you love does. And I love your sensitivities that arrive most always on schedule. You are not one to put on airs, although independence is one. As I love this independent air it goes hand in hand with your dependant flair. Your professional manner is to be desired; your gift for managing should be acquired. I love your gift to gab, your gift to nurture, your gift to create and destroy. I love you when you think you have none. I love that you see beyond the cover but include it also. And I love your interpretations of them. Your ideas, your dreams, and most everything it seems, are things that I love about you. Anal they may say, but analyst on the way. In collections you trust this talent a must. I love that about you. A drama queen they say, an artist I preen. Because the color you bring, and the words you sing are all signatures from within. These things about you, all of them I love. And I love the ones you do not. So you see, you and me, are one and the same.
I love you.