Darling, run your fingers through my hair
Allow the cold chill of winter nights to exit through the jewelry on your hands
Inhale the sugary aroma of our fresh batch of cookies we baked together
Our sleeves powdered with flour similar to a layer of frost on a December morning

Dearest, dance with me as golden rays of sunlight weave their way between the trees
Sharing whispers into each other’s ears, trying not to scare the stray cat in the yard
A soft exhale of the earth warms each intimate gap between our fingers

Love, I recite stories written in the knots of our home’s foundation
Today I hum a tune matching the rhythm of me counting a sky-full of freckles on your arms
Staring into your hazel eyes that are so reminiscent of the fall leaves we trample through, expecting a loud crunch beneath our feet
Tomorrow I will sing about how much I adore you until songbirds realize they cannot compete
Nothing fills my heart with an incomparable feeling of love more than gently knocking my forehead into yours and breathing in your sweet honeysuckle perfume

And then, my darling, I will run my fingers through your delightfully fluffy hair