And Her Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day...

What we have,

still glows

a fiery red.

It glistens in the moonlight,

a blaze of glory.

What I want,

when you are gone,

is you.

That is all.

This year,

is not made of much,

when you are not with me.

Social studies

bores me,

and I take no interest in science.

I look forward 

to you.

Always have,

always will.

And I don't think I knew,

last year,

how much,

I love you.

This year,

I know.

I've grown to realize,

most things I look forward to,

talk about,

and think about,

are you.

I am constantly reminded 

of our old times,

of our old memories.

I love you,

and I know now more than I ever have baby.