The faintest hint of you
and I have songs,
and poems,
and words
brimming
from
my very thoughts,
and my mouth,
and my hands.
By all means
I breathe you in
as the air
that fills my lungs.
The faintest hint of you
and I have songs,
and poems,
and words
brimming
from
my very thoughts,
and my mouth,
and my hands.
By all means
I breathe you in
as the air
that fills my lungs.
