How great you are. (7-7-2010)

It is in the moment when we first met, with the sincere interest in you, your fame, your weakness, your heart. It is quiet when you touch me, alive in your smile. I know breath in a humid night, and the chances to be awake as I walk toward the mailbox. I very well understand the consequences for love, and the price to be paid when you speak such kind words. It is so easy to cherish, so simple to smile, and amazing to have thoughts that praise this. I practice this in image, created from sentiments of now. Yes, to your words. Yes, to your mouth. Yes, to the drama that made you. Your invited to see the sun, the flowers in my hands, the language that will do all it can, just to tell you how great you are.