well, since i couldn't listen to andrea, i wrote a poem a la andrea...not that i could even come close to doing her justice...

i knew i loved you the morning you
woke up
with cotton
and
sleep
still drifting
off your skin
like rays of light
or clouds of steam
drift off
country streams
and you
looked up at the
skies
with fireflies
still in your eyes
and you watched
the sunrise
like you'd never seen one
before.
and with a smile
and a laugh
you said you
woke up for the
first time that day
you said you
smiled for the
first time that day
and even though
you said you
never cried
i could see tears
like lies
flowing
like raindrops
that had pattered
against the window pane
that night.
i knew i loved you that morning
when you said you
wished that time
was really a metaphor
for heartbeats
and that we could
all live
like molecules
and
moments
forever.