Dali

I think you’re where words come from. I think you’re where people go to for quiet. I think I mean like the beds or hearts they sleep in. I think I mean like the shower boxes or baths they get in for some heat. I mean you’re hot like the sun after a break-up. I mean don’t ever break up with me. I mean I want to be with you like you want mangoes and I hope this goes somewhere. I mean you make my heart run and it’s been out of breath since the first time it saw you at a bar in our hometown. I mean I just had to get a taste when we were on that rooftop and you were singing sweet things to me. I mean you make me want to sing and spend my international minutes on calls to tell you that. I mean I want to tell you you make my heart open like fields of sunflowers. I mean I’ll always shift towards your light. I mean you make me love love. I mean you make me want to get on one knee and ask you to be my partner. I mean I just want you to remember what this feels like so you’d tell our daughter what love is. That’s what you are. Everything good. I mean, I love you.