I want to light you up
from soul to sole,
like a Tilt-a-Whirl,
until you know exactly how this love
feels banging around my insides.
I want to free you up
like a Cotton Candy swirl,
until you know exactly how this hope
feels sticky-sweet, complete.
I want to bowl you over
from head to heel,
like a Ferris Wheel,
until you know exactly how this fear
feels a little fun tilting over me.
I want to fill you full
of laughter and cheer
like a silly, slow Teacup ride,
until you know exactly how to slide
our rich lives closer entwined.
I want to read you complete
from cover to cover,
like a carnival adventure novella,
until we can keep the joy written
twirling in lights
between you and me.
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