An ode from my heart, to my heart

you rustle the trees

and let the branches fall.

leaves gently drifting;

a slow and soft landing

onto a covered forest floor

the breeze drifts through

the branches in my chest.

and causes my soul to sing

the gentle strum of my heart strings.

like living poetry,

you are indescribable.

the sweet warm sun of your presence

heats my heart

i look into your eyes

and like looking through a telescope,

my breath is stolen

by the stars and galaxies

living inside you