Confessing My Love

Glow soft like fire
Sing sweet like rain
Ne'er will I tire
Or feel any pain.
Float light like snowflakes
Shine bright as the sun
Each breath that the day takes
E'er tires but none.
Drip like the dew drops
From branches above
I'll shout from the mountain tops
'Bout you my dear love.
I mean what I say
Like twinkling stars, not I lie
But wait not a day
For in death bad am I.
No longer I'll hold it
Wait not like a dove
Here as we both sit
I'm confessing my love.

-katie l. smith
3/13/01