Coco

1; We are born into this love, 

this idea of love. 

It is what begins to form us, 

much like spring 

with budding leaves ...

Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel,  

The moment you first felt alive. 

It was night, 

This love is a gold rush

covered your skin

What must it be like to grow up

that beautiful. 

This love is a fever dream

in the quiet of the night

It kills me slow

I just want you more.