I like to stand on the roof so that I can be that much closer to the clouds that like to slowly drift towards me to say goodnight.
I like to look up at the sky every night to be escorted to bed by the path of shooting stars.
I like to lay by the open window so that I can feel the wind’s chilly breath caress my face before I close my eyes.
I like many things.
But I will never like anything more than you.
You are the only cloud in my sky.
You are the brightest star in my life.
You are my oxygen.
You are mine.