Your Love...

Your love grows on trees

It's bright fruit ripens and I 

take a bite.

Your love makes me dizzy.

I spin around in circles

only to fall

and land in your arms.

Your love is my ratty

old jeans with 

holes and

tears.

I wear them religiously because they 

are so comfy. 

Your love feeds

me. I eat and eat and eat

and I never feel full.

Your love is a dinner for two by

candlelight. 

Your love is 80s music.

Duran Duran is on 

the radio.