The Views of your eyes on what I say you look like a dream into this place I take you with me never ending love...

I could fall in love with the way your sweet  like the things that make you honey my Baby. what it is you make me want the things your remind me of there missing him what babies do Grow up inside of the world and make creation of their own sense of what they want to be old to young.( where the things I go walking and i am in this calm sense of a forest.. where I take the trees and the leaves and fall back into the air where the clouds take me walking around the waters edge of a river that runs through it.. the way i find you in me. there I drown into the depth of what you are what you make me the son Hot.. what I heat myself the edges of summer and the degrees of heat rising you inside you.  12, 12,12 turning in a underneath kind of toe. where I know Big foot and its you in my foot I lace around you tennies of balls you put in the grass on fields high with highs. there ribbons on your stroke.

In the moment I saw the meaning of why the sky is ....and then the words came around me the dreams you make me fall back into my eyes of my mind and go into the twist of what you remind me of. I remember the first time I can't ever forget his name... what he was to me he always will be. your face there looking just close as i can see him in a picture of what not at first. you looked like but after I took my eyes on the things you are that make me think your colors of what your skin is smooth. What he is to me. around the dreams when it is the first time, I fell for him and then I knew he was the forever kind of fairy tale that make me want to say his name over and over again. and then I would spend all day and then into the night.... I would say his name just talking in, my thoughts wanting him to see me so love of his everything watching him in the shadows of my dreams amazing. he said I was gorgeous/ He said as he was underneath his eyes and then really shy and then looking away and whispered really sexy.  thinking I couldn't hear him but wanting me too. He was his name of love and stories of me there around and what he is there every time i look you. Matthew. 

What I think and then fall back in his pretty ways of eyes on me what he does and his eye lashes that tease up and around when he dreams I fall. Back into his eyes that say what he wants me without saying it. Shy there in his wanting me the need takes over and I ask him where he goes with me when he leaves my eyes and walks away. I wait ... and then after 15. min.... I hear him say my name. he says love like the way a fairy tale makes it real him love what it means in his eyes he can't ever say directly but underneath something. but face to face there underneath the soft-spoken things he breathes.

I take the moments into me there I know I want the love i see in myself that I fall wanting his eyes to be my fairy tales of lace and gowns of satin bows I wear just give myself to him what he makes me dance. Love made .in my eyes and my touch of what he is as this need of making it. Not a dance step just laid back. I fall into the soft touch of his eyes and then it is like jewels of diamonds i feel as I close my eyes to see the truth i am the space I feel who I am wanting the things life is made away into the world of a different kind. Just love. Where i take this time of what hours do and make me know what i want forever what it is I feel a part of one with myself just wanting him his name on my mind of thoughts that take me into these feelings again of emotion. 

I remember everything he is...  

I look at you and see him as close as I can pull him around my eyes and then fall back almost just the same color... love

His eyes there around me looking at me what i remember in a picture your face.

There around me my numbers don't think I leave you out. anything to hold on to what he feels in me I am truth.

the things that make me know what i want to be forever past this world and then some. I tell myself what you are and then fall to me you do in a way where I ask ... could you be mine just to make his  me know the eyes of god that make see him everything poise ... where I can't see him in his shy way he hides his love but i feel his body around me the world. His body of wanting me the emotion of what I was wanting passion in fairy dust of' spells of my own need of wanting myself in love. me. something as woman. something I trusted as a space i wasn't afraid where I was hurt from. and then forgave and then forgive for all the things that make me want to know his touch of his own sense of fear... so I can tell him what it is safe what he feels wrong and make right. there i go around and around what he sounds like quiet in me breathing his name of love my heart beating. You must be an angel to remind of him to hold me there while I am in love remembering his face there missing his eyes and what he looks like facing me. In picture an emotion. the in-betweens of me the number I deserve him in every count.