love, me

you are little yellow daises and,

how you love the feeling of sunshine on your soft skin

you are the smiles you bring to foreign cheeks and,

and your favorite flavor of ice cream

you are the stars that light up in other peoples' eyes as you enter the room,

and your favorite blue sweater

you are glow-in-the-dark paint on a little girl's finger nails:

ten little pieces of hope in the dark,

ten little pieces of you

you are a '57 Cadillac, precious and rare,

turning heads, changing hearts, and brightening the days of

all those who doubted you,

all those who never thought you'd make it this far

 

But the best part is that you are mine.