a love for the stars
I am quick to become ill at the thought of losing you
they way you smile, sets stars in my eyes
your laughter filling my dim, cluttered kitchen, and my heart
the gentleness, shows the respect only known by a son and a brother
a single look from you sends my butterflies dancing
and the adoration you pour into me, pulls the ground from under my feet
leaving me to only want more, with nothing more than to thank my God for you,
and to become ill at the thought of ever losing you.
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