~~I was to write a poem, to tell you how I feel. But I feel rants are more raw, expressive and real. So here's a rant, just for you. My bubby pumpkin owl, my baby boo. It may rhyme from time to time, but the message of love will remain and you'll always be mine.

Savannah Sienna Rose. Such a name is so deep that it dwells within itself to decipher what it means. A name that is travels beyond two worlds and through the ether, leading to one place, one definition, one title. Mine. My beautiful Sav... since the first time we started to talk, I had a strong feeling that you would take me on a journey, beyond my wildest expectations. I saw something within you, deep into your voice, I heard the chirping of birds and saw the fluttering wings of butterflies that filled my lungs each time we spoke until 7 am every night. You are a butterfly.
Your colours and patterns are artistically articulated to the point of that where you can no longer believe how beautiful you really are. Your eyes do not see through the water coloured paints that have been slathered onto your skin, and over your lips. I see your colours. I see colours that had not before existed until I had met you. I am the only being to see through the black and blue, the shades of you that I know are true. You speak of my eyes, and your love for them. You see beyond the brown dullness that once isolated my soul, and you found light. The light you see, the love that you feel. They are the colours that reflect off' your skin and through my eyes. You see yourself through me, and you so, now can you see? See that you are the most incredible creation that has walked this dirt, and that you make me so happy that my heart begins to hurt.
I love you more than you can ever imagine. You make me happier than happiness itself. You are the one that feeds my lungs. You are mine. My love. My Savy.