All I know is what other people describe.
Butterflies in your tummy.
Sunshine on a cloudy day
But I... oh I...
I think differently than
picturesque realities.
It must be. It has to, you see.
For I, you, me, we, us and this
is merely a physical expression
of our emotional bliss.
So when I say love, I don't think of doves
or an end-of-the-date kiss.
I think of the times when your away
and I have no way to say
or express my distress
other than multiple texts
saying "hey" and smiley faces
I sprinkle throughout your day.