I see you all over my walls.
Covering any empty space that I am afraid to leave bare
I wonder If the same goes for my heart.

When I find myself afraid of what is to come
I lay in the grass and soak in the sun
What happens if I die before I get to live?
I pray for one more day that God will surely give
As I lay I begin to feel my spirits arouse
When I focus on the great allurement of the clouds
I am amazed by what Beauty I see as I lay
Why worry about the future when I can watch the clouds today?

My perfect sky is like the eyes of a old, wise man,
With a pale blue outline that deepens as one looks more to the center.
It has puffs of whites where one is left wondering what is behind them
Puffs of white that make you wonder if there is more to them than just their color.
My perfect sky demands to be looked into.
My perfect sky is beautiful.

It wasn't at first sight.
No, it came much later for me.
The moment I fell in love with you came with much time.
But when I did, I fell flat on my face.
It didn't just sneak into my heart.
In one moment every definition and rumor I had heard of loving feeling like engulfed me like a flame.
From then on, I noticed that your smile was highly contagious.
I began to view your little quirks as precious little parts of you.
It’s extremely tough to tell you how I feel.
All I can tell you is this:
If loving you is anything different from what I feel when I watch you drift into sleep, I don't think I shall ever experience it.
You bring me bright laughter in my darkest moments,
a colorful day in my bland week,
and an engaging conversation when my stress stiffens my words.
For that I thank you My Dear.
I just wanted to try to explain to you how I feel.