Birthday card

I need a bigger space around this

Pop-up cherry blossom

You are the beam of the sun

On my heart

In the grass that it lies on

No 

If magic is love 

And it’s guiding this pen 

Why can’t I write this letter and make sure you know what I meant?

I’ll attempt

This love is wonder

Yes, I can fit that yes under this tree 

I think this isn’t real

I can’t write about it it’s just

Such a big deal

How can I say what I have to say

When it’s just

Too smart

For me and my words?

How can I say what I have to say

When it’s just

Too smart

For me and my words?

My words

My words