there is this beautiful thing that came to me like a breeze in a still summer night. right into my crazed, chaotic life. and mind. and heart. for me, she makes everything still. time included.
i melt. like chocolate left in the sun.

of me a fool is born. saying all the wrong things. or the right things, wrong.  i stammer. i blush.

before her, i dismantle. spinning uncontrollably each time she smiles the smile that explodes.

when i think of her… i see angels.