When The Leaves Flutter

When the leaves dance, jump, and flutter,

so does my heart, warm with my lover.

My soul, my friend, and the one who makes me smile.

Without him, I wouldn't even look at the trees as they dance.

Then again, yes-I would because I would look up at them while we cuddle up and read comis together. 

I will read my comics while he reads his, and I will look through his window and stare at the 

flutter, flutter, flutter of the leaves.