A FAIR SHOT
You feel like … a summer’s bloom.
You know, I never quite knew that was a thing but then I looked it up and apparently it does exist.
Like … my favourite song. I have plenty of favourite songs, and you feel like each and every single one of them. And more.
Like … the first time I tasted vanilla and decided it was my favourite flavor.
You’re my favourite color too. Lilac.
Like … the gentle touch of a slow morning sun breathing down the nape of my neck. I nuzzle in.
You are altogether bedazzling. A summer’s ray.
I do write, I write. But my thoughts are a blend of color, flavor and a jumble of distorted thoughts around you - a stark contrast against the stability of your heart towards me.
I’ll stay.
You feel like a neatly stacked box of all my favourite things. It is a beautiful box - wrapped in the color Lilac - and labeled ‘Mine’.
PS: This is a love prose to the Holy Spirit, a precious friend and present Help. 🤗❤️
