I think our minds are
like roots of a tree crossing…
And whilst our minds lay in the ground,
we look forward to spring, when,
we will finally hear the birds chirping
in the tree above,
which as Both our minds know,
Next weekend 😉
The little baby roots are our hands,
even when we are distance apart,
by the earthy soil and the gentle river
that runs beside our tree.
I just so can’t wait to finally be with you again.
My love, my Superman, my everything.
I love you.