I think we share the same soul. When I see your face, my heart twirls inside the rattling cages of my ribs and chest.
I’m certain that fairy dust or something magical dispenses from your finger tips from time to time. I think when you have the hiccups you sound really cute.
I believe you’re the reason that all gardens of the world flourish, and why crickets come out at night to conduct and orchestrate beautiful night time symphonies.
They make pretty sounds because they want you to fall asleep so that they can watch you look innocent with your eyelids shut and your arms embracing your pillow. (I wish I was you pillow)