I did it. I sang of our love and it was beautiful. The flapping of my heart’s wings ricocheted against the feelings of all in attendance; planting seeds of love within the soil of they’re subconscious. I didn’t form your name with lips, but they all experienced the Love I harbor within for you. Mi amour, this is only my first step on the journey of making your heart mine; receptive to my care. I’d love to be your friend, but I’d be lying if I told you friendship was all I wanted from you. Now don’t worry, no matter your decision, I’ll always sing of the Love you made me feel with only your smile and voice alone. This will never change!
Jonathan M. Emerson