Loving you

James Mcbey — at the piano

For me loving you came naturally, spontaneously..
Like on an August night, after a long, stiff, dry day. And there comes a cool breeze, one that could only be carried by butterflies and sweet dandelions. And you adore the breeze you have been long waiting for..

Or when on a cloudy, gray day of chilling January, your freezing bones scream for fire. And here shines a bit of sunbeam, a bit of light. It goes through you, tickling your insides, you feel the warmth and it reminds you of life, of being alive.
And you genuinely give your heart to the sunbeam, it couldn’t be otherwise.
It has always been like that, my beloved. You can’t help but long for the touch of a cool breeze and you can’t help but want to be kissed by the sunbeam.