i fell in love with you.
my slowly returning lilac
daisies, spring up because
i've been sprung by you.
my soft kisses, are yours
by default, without you,
they would have no purpose.
without you i don't have a
purpose. you are here when
i need you most, and give me
space when i need it most
and something about
your face is so kissable
and touchable, and lovely.
your tendencies are sublime
and wonderfully plausible.