Maggie

You bring the option of a tomorrow that is touched not by everything worth forgetting.... Your rosy cheeks a venture to the forest a prisoner of a zippered tent until morrow.... Skin softer than the fluffiest clouds never a grey or sinister frown then, a gentle warm rain.... I could watch you float and guess your shapes with never ending admiration of your patient trust.... To show you I grow with your rain a slave to your morning smile dawn shining in your eyes .... We warm each other’s passions and meet in the middle of each others dream..