FOUND LOVE

Valentine’s Day Follow-Up

He can wake me up from way across town.

By saying my name in his sleep.

Then I toss and I turn and I can’t settle down.

And I end up counting sheep.

If he called me, I’d come.

If he asked me, I’d stay.

I’d hold him every night.

And love him every day.

What do you like for breakfast?

What do you do late at night?

Can I come into your world?

And would that be all right?

Jan Bossing (c) Tennessee, 2005; North Carolina, 2016