Penny for your thoughts.

Fresh. The first things that come to mind when I think of the word fresh are green leaves, tall swaying trees, a waterfall, and the calm twittering of birds. That's how his smile makes me feel. Like a garden has burst into my heart. It's just so fresh. I love him. My love for him is not something I could contain in the words of this measly English language, but I love him. This love itself is so refreshing. I sit in class as the maths teacher goes on and on about something I could never comprehend. My mind fills with frustration and complex feelings. So much so that it hurts. Then I think of his smile. Suddenly I am at peace. I am now a Buddha. Divine enlightenment.  I love him. His whole presence is like that of a garden. So calm and peaceful. He is like the fresh smell of mud and grass after the rain. I could just go on and on about him. It would never end. So I say this as an end. People who compare their lovers to the stars and the sun should stay away from us. For even the brightest star seems dim with such refreshing peace, quiet, and air of love. I hope I have written enough to earn that pretty penny. ~The one who loves the freshness of nature.