Even when I try to distance myself from you,
I can't help but try to catch your eye in the hall.
Every flower in the grass makes my fingers ache
to braid them into your hair.
I tear up the flowers I pick before I can do something stupid,
like give them to you.
When I look out my window I see you and I,
running through the woods and over the fields,
laughing with the joy of being alive together.
And in the dead of night I still hear the echo of your voice,
saying "I love you", even when all is silent.