A Mind of Unimaginable Proportions

You.

When I hear beautiful music playing, that’s when I think of you

It’s always there; it comes out of the blue

 When I see flowers moving gently in the breeze, that’s when your smile comes to mind

 In my head, you’re in its eyes

 In my heart and when I cry

 You’re always there, no matter what

 I’m always here; you know that in your gut

 This poem’s a little short, but I don’t care

 I love you and that’s not going anywhere.

-H.