Kindle me Lovingly.

I'm not that girl anymore. The girl who wore red for you no matter how so-not-her it was. 

I am not that green anymore; Love's fire wont put out if we don't kiss in the rain. It will be a steady fireplace blaze, warm and comforting. It might not burn to dazzle but it will beam a soft glow. 

I now look for somebody who'd feed me with a spoon when i am contemplating dieting. Somebody who'd smile at me when my nose is running, and give me his hand when i cannot take the leap, who'd say I'm beautiful when i am sun-burnt and kiss me first thing in the morn.  

Somebody for whom i do not have to flutter my eyelashes but someone who can make my heart flutter.