First love letter

On my quiet days I miss you a little louder, the sweet vanilla notes of beginning, the shyness of held time. The hours will forever be running but here the minutes seem to slow, tragic in their gaze, they will never match our found freedom. you've broken my soul open like a seed blooming roots, i sit and wonder where oh where we'll go. for now my day has no colour, the sky is only clouds, for you are the sun, you blaze over hills like a million flowers alight. If I am to end in fire, let it be your fire.