you come to me in a dream. this is not a surprise - all the best things do, and you are fresh cotton and blooming paper-whites and that setting summer sun. you tell me to fall in love with you and i do. slowly, sweetly, like honey leaking out of a bottle, and i cherish every taste of you with my morning oatmeal. loving you makes breakfast taste good again. you kiss my lips and run your hands through my hair like i am worthy of a prayer, and i think loving you makes loving easy again.