You (in the nature of S)

You say I think too much.

And you are probably right,

but I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch.

Rushing second thoughts go into a hutch.

I plan on enjoying this and it’s true when

you say I think too much.

I grin. Your hair is in my clutch

as you make references few would get.

But I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch.

My mind is trying to double-dutch

as we struggle for dominance.

You say I think too much.

Your stifled sounds are such

a rush and I tremble…

But I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch

You are close to becoming nonesuch,

even though there is much to teach you.

You say I think too much,

but I fear I’m haunted by your soft touch.

(This is a Villanelle - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle I hope I did it right...)

You remind me of the Stars

You remind me of the stars, little one,
stars, the moon and the great big ocean.
You are full of all
the potential in the world,
I want great things for you.

You are dwarfed by my arms, little one,
as I hold and rock you.
A soft bundle of hope with brown eyes,
and the great big world a head of you.
I want big things for you.

I love you little one,
with all my heart and soul.
And I can’t wait to see who
You’ll grow up to be.