I thought of you this morning as I went to wash my hair. Flutter-byes tickled my tummy once I looked in the mirror. My face a glow and eyes shine bright, for radiance from with in me flowed. You are but a dream to me, and a memory never lost, for I keep you sacred and close to see, one that I shall never toss. This smile belongs to you, as you rightfully placed it there, for once again I am caught off gaurd, all but frozen in your stare. I think of you from time to time and wonder what might have been? If the moon shined bright and time stood still, would there have been an end?