Bad days will not roll off my tongue like hostile whistles towards you.
Unpredictable moods will never stop this one prediction-
Ill always be anxious to run home to you.
And you can be certain, nothing is so interuptable, too distractable, over powerful, to direct my love away from you.
Rest sweetly, optimistically sure my dear
that these are not just words on a page nor vocabulary that sleep on the beds of my heart, but these are awakened, high spirited emotions that wish to assure you.
Go ahead. Tell me you're scared and I'll reply with "me too." Though you are not aware of your worth, fearfully I know, I'm not the only one who sees it.
