Sweet Lily Margaret

I had a dream about Lily last night. We were hanging out. Like friends do. But this is not your average friendship. She is one and I am twenty five. We have different interests, but there seems to be a connection. Her beauty shines through her little eyes and through her smile. I can't get enough of her and being away from her hurts my heart. I think about the day when we will talk about girl stuff, about boys, about clothes, about being in love with Jesus and about life. She is my lovely and she is my friend.