Deafening the air with the rush of its purpose. Expending itself fully until it reaches the sea, So are my thoughts toward you. Each day, I awaken my thoughts of you. And each night, I put your words gently to bed in my heart. Day follows night.
Night follows day.
A solemn ritual. Breathless Sometimes, as we walk, You loop your arm through mine. A simple thing. A simple act, That takes my breath away. If I could hold this feeling gently In the palms of my hands.