When only fragile words can hang from my lips,
"I love you" is hardest to let slip.
Though I do, I fear it may scare you.
I'll whisper it in the dark,
in hopes it finds it's way silently to you.
I'll send delicate kisses,
and hope in between sound slumber breathes
they find you.
My dreams always contain a fragment of you.
Even if you're the silver sliver moon.
Perched on worn wooden planks,
I hum "our song",
and the millions of others that remind me of you.
Bare-foot and dressed in white,
I'll ask for your kisses,
in dreams of you all night.