I'm thinking if you drift close one more time while you smile towards me your beauty might just break me in half for good and poor out of me some runny poetry for which there is no stopping the sticky endless composite of emotional silly putty.

I'm thinking the thought never crossed my mind six months ago (when doubt made me fear I lacked effect to toss back your hair) that there would be a day when you would admit to keeping a hat on because it's one of the few things to keep me from tangling your multicolored strands at any moment.

I'm thinking that among the greatest and most astounding mysteries of the universe, I'm going to be overly dramatic and list catching the light leaving your eye in my direction right up on top of there with all the other stuff I just can't stop dreaming about.

I'm thinking once again about a very good quote by Mr. Duritz which kind of completes my thought this week about you. "It just gets hard to believe that God sent this angel to watch over me..." Who are you? Where did you come from? Why do I not want to lose this feeling you wash over me?