Chill
At times I feel the soft embrace
of a sunshine state of mind
when my thoughts drift your direction,
your endearing flaws and your perfection
But don't misread, this is not 'I love you'
even though you know I do and always will
No agenda to tromp your beau,
just thinking of you
and your perfection,
butterflies near my digestion
Should I stop now, should I chill?
Written for Kari on May 23 2003.