typewriters in the shower.

My love for you grows on forever and ever every day I wake up. 
It grows as far as the tiger's whiskers in the middle of hot July. 
I want to love you in the Arizona desert with only socks on and we will listen to Funk all night. 

I want to take you far, far away and love you for longer than 10 Miles long. And I want to bring you to the gardens in the bottom of my cherry red heart, so you can see that angels do really exist. 

And so you can see that happiness exists as long as you make it reality. And I want to take you to Europe and smoke cigarettes with you out our balcony window and sip white wine before breakfast. 


And I want to teach you how to dance in the rain of the African Forest with the water chipmunks and toucans.