and give every fiber of them to you in good intentions with all my attention.
Your shell is beautiful… glittering blue and gold and topaz and I swear, you were born from a painting. In the gallery I’m waiting and watching as you put Gabriel to shame.
Has anyone ever told you? (To be the first to proclaim…)
However there is nothing in your veins.
Shallow are your waters and bare are your trees The shell is all you have shown to me and I prefer to throw you back to the sea.