I believe in nights.
I believe in days.
The world is beautiful in so many ways.
The oceans of blue.
The lakes of green.
I picture you, in every scene.
I believe in flowers.
I believe in watching over you in the wee morning hours.
Our heads upon pillows.
The high pitched sound of a small weeping swallow.
All the sudden it enters the window.
And sits next to you on your pink satin pillow.
