Oh my ever fragile bird
Do not fret your lovely mind
Your hearts wandering over mine
Your words are in my head
Do not quiver your brow
Or bite your lip
Over the things we have
Not yet said
And how could I ever not need you?
With this connection so rare
Almost in describable
But I'll try my best
If you can bear
You are the crisp clean breeze of January
You are the smell of May at dusk
You warm me with your July sun
You fill me with October rush
And please believe me when I say
We'll walk through a forest on a perfect summer day
Through the warmth, recite the Decemberists
And play me your beautiful tunes
& baby stay
up
with
me
In the wake of
An
early
June
moon.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Oh my ever fragile bird
Do not fret your lovely mind
Your hearts wandering over mine
Your words are in my head
Do not quiver your brow
Or bite your lip
Over the things we have
Not yet said
And how could I ever not need you?
With this connection so rare
Almost in describable
But I'll try my best
If you can bear
You are the crisp clean breeze of January
You are the smell of May at dusk
You warm me with your July sun
You fill me with October rush
And please believe me when I say
We'll walk through a forest on a perfect summer day
Through the warmth, recite the Decemberists
And play me your beautiful tunes
& baby stay
up
with
me
In the wake of
An
early
June
moon.
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