What I choose to tell you from the archives of my mind
Reflects where you are in my heart.
If it's right then you'll know more of me than maybe myself.
You'll let me tell you the same memories again.
Your expressions become a story in my head
& I try to read you, like this bad pun.
I try to make you laugh because I enjoy the sound.
I try to blur your world in ecstasy because you deserve it.
A try that never really is a try when it feels effortless.