I float and exist in this beautiful color and space only for us. Suppose I were to be mentally stuck in a time of my love. Let it be one of these many moments of awe, thinking about how your eyes twinkle when I make you blush, even how your breathing pattern changes, letting out a soft release that mimics a floating flower dancing in the spring air. Wondrous...love, take all the space you desire. Guide me out of angsts and into an abyss that only divine healing carries onward with every squeeze from your hand. Your touch is like a soothing balm that effortlessly eases my worries, my sweet. It can calm my restless mind and bring me a sense of peace.
XO