Dear love,
I want to be fresh air that fills your lungs,
I want to be static electricity that tingles your hair,
I want to be that peace of mind when you close your eyes,
I want to be the soft earth to hold your ground,
I want to be your warmth in cold nights and your chill-pill on hot days,
I want to be bread to your stomach and water to your thirst,
I want to be the apple of your eye,
I want to be the lips that meet yours,
I want to be the embrace of your hugs,
I want to be the clown on unhappy days and make you smile,
I want to be the thought in your mind,
I want to be the sweet in your mouth,
I want to be clothes that you wear everyday,
I want to be the bolster you hug and the pillow you smell,
I want to be the hearty laughter when you hear a joke,
and I want to be music to your ears.