If I were to tell you something, would you believe me? If I tell you the way the raindrops hit the earth's surface, hard, with purpose; that's how fiercely I care for you. Would you believe me if I tell you? If I tell you the way the quiet stars seem from afar, so peaceful but in actuality how they sizzle; that's how I burn for you. Would you believe me if I tell you? If I tell you the way a summer day smells and feels and sounds, how its warmth enters my senses and seeps into my soul, how it awakens my sense of belonging at that place; that that's how I feel You. Would you ever believe me if I tell you? If I tell you the way I admire flowers, the way they smell, the way they feel, the way they fill me with color and numb me with their beauty, the way they knock the breath right out of me, the way they grip me cell by cell and spray their tinted love on me; that's how I admire you. And so if I ever tell you this, would you even believe me?