Foxtrot's Theories

Not yet has a day gone by,
when I haven't seen your darling smile.
I haven't seen you yet,
though I do, once in a while.

You are the winter's breeze,
the tingles in my spine.
You are the essence of the leaves,
you're the sweetness of the wine.

Full of mystery and wonder,
though still of a child's heart.
You're the apple of my eye,
but what splits my soul apart.

Would you call it worship,
the way I cherish you?
Perhaps it's just a fantasy,
the thought of me and you.

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Don't you just love the 'check messages' button?
There is my inspiration.