These goose bumps of repair
Replies of moods
Leading to waxy footsteps into learning
Melting are they
To the shocks of sounds
Reliving every pinch inserted
Hues of melodies lagging
Observations made clear
Appropriate glows
Laces of hope spill from your mouth
Mysterious are your intentions
I cannot help but to discover
Cancel the reservations of swift ties
Degrees placed with you
Patterns you cannot escape
Your thoughts provoke you
Come fourth
Roll away your stone
Channels have you flipped
Patient have I been
Hush your pretending thoughts
Land your anchor in this sea
Anticipation has awaited
Don’t deny my affection
Yet your ship flees from my adornment