Dear Dennis
By Gia, age 18, Florida
Sweet Designs Staff Intern
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
they taught us that if we were to get lost,
a star would help us find home.
I've grown older,
way past the age of childhood myths.
It's not a star that brings me home,
but you.
The way you smile, or curl your body close to me,
that's home.
Even after 365 days or so,
butterflies still come alive when I see you.
Come sleep next to me,
let me hear your snores and your body shift,
and then when you wake up,
give me a morning breath kiss.
So the stars will sparkle and shine,
like Coldplay sings.
Maybe even the man on the moon can sing,
for a November night, my dear Dennis,
is just what I crave while being in love.
