cinnamon

Just sitting here thinking,
with the faint sent of cinnamon,
coming in from the tree in the other room.

As in glides into the room so do memory's,
amazing simple memory's,
fun filled laughter , playfully, loving memory's.

As soon as the memory's come so does the smile,
the goofy grin that comes across me face,
every single time i see your face or the memory's come.

Your everything i love,
everything i need,
and everything I've ever dreamed for.