Want to know what I really think?
Are you sure?

You are the hat on the bed.
You are the bird in the living room.
You are Wednesday’s child.
You are the goodbye on a bridge.
You are the broom leaning on the bed.
You are the black cat walking away.
You are the broken clock chiming.
You are the six crows.
You are the itchy left ear.
You are the twitching left eye.
You are the flag touching the ground.
You are the milk boiling over.
You are the broken mirror.
You are the white moth in my home.
You are the owl in the sunlight.
You are the middle of a photograph of three.
You are the raven killer.
You are the three gulls flying overhead.
You are the seventh son of a seventh son.
You are the shoes on the table.
You are the sneeze on a Sunday.
You are the dropped umbrella.
You are the red sky at morning.
You are the spilled wine.

And you are so much more to me, darling.