Periotte

Talking about him makes my eyes dance
My face is all aglow
I know how it affects me
On the inside
Warm and such
As she sat listening to the memories
Described she saw a twinkling
In my cornea
She smiled
Said to me
Him you need to see
All I could say was
"I agree"
So I'm marking my calendar
As I prose
Talking about him makes my heart
Stand on it's toes
You know the point at the bottom
When I paint and color and draw
The rendition on the paper of my soul
Of the love so natural when one encounters
Their soul mate of this season
The thought of laying next to him
Lulls my spirit
And I sleep a dreamers rest
Anticipating the day, the night
The moment I find myself in his presence
He makes me leap and twirl!