I want to stay here.

I want to stay with you.

And you'll let me.

Won't you?

Because you love me,

I think you will.

And because you love me,

You'll stay outside for hours.

The grass is green.

It's warm.

It's sunny.

There's a tree in my yard.

It's shady there.

Lie with me.

The sun will kiss us

Like I kiss you

And you kiss me.

And when we want,

We'll go back inside for a while

And look through the window in my living room.

We can see where we sat

In love for hours on end.

And I'll think of writing about you

Again.

But it's so consistent.

I can't write about you

Because I'll have to write about the seasons

And I can't write about the seasons

Without thinking of you.

But I don't mind.

It's nice.

This is nice.

Everything is okay now

And I don't mind.

Fantasizing?

Maybe.

Or I'm daydreaming.

Or wishing.

Or it's just a thought.

Either way,

I'm going to enjoy it while it's here.

I'll choose what it is later.

Someday,

But not today

Because I'm enjoying you

And enjoying this thought.

Or dream.

Or fantasy.

And I love it

Like I love you.

You're cute.

I'm cute to you

And you're cute to me.

Which is sort of okay.

Even if we don't think of ourselves as cute,

We have each other

To do it for us.

And if this is ever gone

I assure you I'll miss it,

And I hope you'll miss me.

Please miss me

Like I miss you.

Please think I'm cute

Like I think you are.

Please Love me

I love you.

Like I love you.

I love you too.