I felt the urge to pour my feelings into writing..

Because I can feel our connection tightening.

Love is our resistance,

An innocent persistence..

You mean so much to me,

I open my arms, and feel so free.

Whirling,

..Twirling,

My wings are unfurling.

I have an expression of wonder on my face,

An urge to walk blissfully with you through time, and space.

I will allow this urge of innocence freely take flight.

Because as my muse, you captivate my very soul. And create a resonating light.