The Looking Glass Volume 35 | Seite 35

A Letter

Alyssa Jackson

Your beauty might not last, but my

love for you will.

You're the sun that gives me warmth;

my happiness depends on your will.

How can beauty cover me in

blissful froth?

You're what makes me happy.

I love you like a fat kid loves cake.

I want to spend all my days smiley.

You're my favorite joke.

How do you do this?

How can you make me feel like this?

You make me feel weightless.

You're wonderful.

You're beautiful.