Question posed to me (by my best friend of many years) after observing me happy beyond reason for simply having a few moments to write a letter to (she who holds my heart) ... and because I guess I smile all the time... (happy side of effect of even just thinking about her). Anyway - sorry - rambling as I can do.
Question:
What's it like - you know to be (that) happy-and how do you know you it's (really) love ...
I could ramble all day and all night again about that ... but for today - let me just say ... as I hang up the phone with her this day... for this moment in time ... (I) know it is (really) love - because with only one word from her...I melt into a pile of mush and I have no defenses... ahh that one single word: "please" ... and I get out my rope - and once again - at least "try" to rope the moon....for how could I not ... she said "please" ....
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