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