lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly.

poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.