Out of curiosity and cleaning house,
I noticed, with a sprinkle of delve as a noun.
Look at you go.
Goodness is good for need of only the prefix.
I describe you as I take note.
The sunshine burns and leaves me bronze.
The pensive words keep me, baited with breath and
I can feel the wind push your lips into mine.
The quiet traveler picks flowers and I instinctively
Feel the will to bloom.
Can I call you, Sunshine?