Your book hides its head
Thinks below
Our gaze waits for you
Beginning, the show

Writing My arms in black and blue
Message from lily pad hearts
The start, of a melody
The end of a symphony
See. The glow, the permanent
Hidden code
Showed, what I feel in hieroglyphics
My love will not show
Will not breathe, stand close, or far
Below, ago, you may know
My love can not show