I want to have my birthday in springtime again,
When pink flowers blossom on trees and the world is misty and green with faraway callings of tropical, colorful birds.
I want to jump on a freshly made bed again
and play air guitar crazily like an innocent
Your laugh is so genuine and hearty, it brings a smile to my face. I want to tumble down hills that echo, cover, fill, and ooze with your laughter. Rolling in its sweet highs and lows, surrounded by fluttering butterflies, sun beams, swirling mists, and my ever deepening want to hang onto you with my arms latching; sleighing on your beautiful laugh, never wanting it to end.