Color my smile in you vibrant shades. Knowing the edges of my cast shadow is a freedom of sorts. Find the stars in my eyes, each with the name you knew to be true. Kiss me with any of the seven kinds that you know. I yearn for them all. Know me in your slow and steady way, one hand on the back board one on my chest. Love me as you always have. Without condition and with only desperate need. Sing to me, the songs you love and more so, the ones you only barely know. I love those the best. Close your hands around me, and cage me like a firefly so that I might shine for you. So that I might make you smile. Any one of the hundreds you know.