haphazard poetry 

by jade wolfe 

the last thought in my head

the first words on my lips 

these are my reasons 

everything I do is for you

the subtle touch 

hand on hand 

and nothing else

blink and you'll miss us 

the look in your eyes 

the bright, the sad, the tired

the eyes are the windows to the soul

I guess that's true in your case

the haphazard poetry

the words you say 

I could write a thousand sonnets 

just listening to you

you remind me of the sky 

never the same but always there 

a new day is a new you

filled with depth and undiscovered 

the last thought in my head 

the first words on my lips

these are my reasons

every thing I do is for you