I like your focus, Given deliberate. Courteous with thought, kind in movement. I like your texture, Curious with landscape Hidden softly, carefully felt. I like your sound, Sweet symphony delivered with purpose. Slow like honey, dripping with accuracy. Tell me that you’re my magic. Then show me.

Until then

I can be in love twenty one times and it doesn’t matter. Because when I look at you, my heart splits and my soul expands. And in that factor, I’ll give what you ask me to. I am ready for your warmth, patient for your glorification.