quiet.

gentle.

a fire that

touches the

tips of my

fingers,

like a candle

to carry with

me in the dark.

a smile that

seems

to flood the

corners of

the rooms

in my heart.

and oh,

those eyes.

they deserve a

poem all to

themselves.

you are

a small press

of sugar

in a world

that's heavy

and makes

my brain

feel

cold.

thank you,

(even if

you don't really

know what

i mean).

thank you.