Sometimes your optic nerve will trick you into thinking you’re falling into the soft cotton of him, only to discover it was wool instead.
If you do find a comfortable place to rest. Treat him like your favorite chocolate or mixed metaphor.
Kiss him often and don’t fear the heat of the scald. Let him read the face of your soul.
Remember, better to be a beloved lover than just a lover.
Be brave and risk climbing star laced trellises. Eat the wild raspberries.
Honey and milk under the tongue should always be spiced with peppermint and truth.
You can do better or worse.
There will be seasons of weeping willows and years of cherry trees. Savor them.
So called friends are like your favorite cereal, easy to find.
Real friends more like magic seeds but if found, can…
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