At night

When the nights grow from short to long,
And the birds sing a different song,
I lay awake and think of you,
And about all the things you do.
My feelings are at an all time high
My heart feels like it could fly.
I've often wonders recently,
About squirels, with their nuts, in trees.
But most of all about us two,
And how much it is that I love you.