Pennies in a stream. Falling leaves, a sycamore. Moonlight in Vermont. . Icy finger-waves. Ski trails on a mountainside. Snowlight in Vermont. . Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway.
When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me. I get butterflies lullabies, it's hard to explain. Like the sent of a rose or the sound of the rain. It's too precious and too wonderful to give