For Jessica....

You are my rose that's barely blossoming, and that i wish will never wilt Your the air my breath desires, your my quilt your body builds When we lay beside each other, my hands begin to ache not because they hurt, just cause your touch they want to gain You might think im exaggerating, well thats what im aiming for I wish I can show you, oh so much more and more I fell no limit for what I feel, at this present moment I can write until infinity, and be your emotional informant. 03/03/2010