The Simple Things

Is it weird that I look forward to your text message?
I mean, come on, it’s just a text message,
Well, not only the message… but I think you know what I’m saying,
Fact is, If it’s someone else, my elation drastically lessens,
Because I love to hear that tone of my phone,
It’s like a gift trying to be unlocked, unwrapped and unleashed,
Into this life, in earnest your messages tend to lighten my life,
As the Sun brightens the day, gives growth to plants finding their way,
Seeing your name displayed, it might as well be in neon lights,
Cheeks redden, accompanied with a smile, with such delight,
Is it weird to feel this way not even seeing your face?
Yet knowing it’s the face that I only want to see?
Close my eyes and dream it’s closer to me,
Maybe, quite possibly…touching my own,
Is that too much to ponder in a simple poem?
If I sung it, would it do it more justice?
Because emotions are arrested by your essence,
Wow and I'm still just talking about a phone,
Let me find something else to do,
It's like I find myself drowning in quicksand,
As we merge in intellectual, sometimes affectional dialect,
If my heart were open,(and I'll say that it is),
It would sure be easy to dissect once lost, now found intentions,
To bring into open, things I've longed to mention,
All because package data travels wirelessly, effortlessly through space and time,
That comes from your phone and captivates mine.