I
think of you to see you skiing through lexicons and skating
through
flowerbeds. Your grace is intoxicating to utter your
name.
I know for secrets to touch a velvet star and sprinkle
for
particles. You’re driven, a pair of loaded dice a mind for
metaphysics.
The rain creeps ever to bathe a soul lying in tulips.
I
listen for creed and heart plus a value scribbled in concrete.
You’re
for reality in plain view with a deep craving for fantasy.
We
walk through deserts to river mermaids to write a Torah.
I
argue for grays where lack of color and charcoal dance in
twofold.
We ask questions to reach for trinkets to gather a
reply.
I pull for tarot to speak of nature where you wax quite
eloquently.
It’s a midnight rose to shelter a tear a psych to
stir
a soul and a mother to cherish open books. We message
margins
to speak for voice as to represent souls for soreness.
You’re
quite objective a bit entitled as orderly as lieutenants.
I
notice for emotion a loved result to permeate an ocean. We
rise
to risk debate freely at hand ink and pad. Life is music
plus
composition plus a village of tropical animals. You want
it
to chase it to accomplish every vision. I love the best of a
spirit
soaring through mathematics. Some misread love a
fortunate
design to reach in through sable eyes. I hear for
subtleties
assigned to a mission to live through heartbeats.
Take
signature to heart a deep insignia to utter for glory. I
love
you is more a touch to squelch uncertainties; but love
is
more a surf through dimensions peering into valleys—
reciting
Gandhi’s wisdom. We cherish for tomorrow when
today
is lonely drifting through comparisons. You’re a
square
root streaming through souls. I greet you with fever,
if
only for the comfort of your magic.
