I love the way my voice sounds when I say your name.

It's like honey melding into the warm butter on toast.
Sipping water after eating mints.

Those sorts of capricious and silly feelings.

It is consuming, inextricably tangling my words when I am speaking.
Every little word slightly unhinges from its meaning and spells out yours.

Somehow you find your way into my laughter, giggles and smiles.

So, please don't say you are just a person.
Sure, you don't rule the universe.
But you sure do      d.o.t  the stars             in mine,
sweet heart.