I could barely utilize
a cold winter night.
yet she looks up to the sky,
stating self-respective "like's" and
how she more than doesn't mind them.
Convincingly I find,
that I more than just liked them.

In spring, life's new.
New lessons to be learned.
The dew, the blue sky, the songs of the birds.
I'd think nothing of it,
If it werent for her.

Her glorifying eyes,
an approving smile,
laughter to turn tides
and can be heard for miles.
relations and fate
I've thought nothing of it.
but as of late,
If she likes it,
I love it.