By Arcassin Burnham

Communicated with your mind once before,
It gave up,
Had enough with all the mishaves of getting stuck,
Never knowing how much beauty could impact,
you say i never lift a finger i resent that,
As your mortal boyfriend you will have no worries,
The state of worrying has packed up and moved,
Don't think about me too hard when I'm thinking
About you,
You saved me from an endless hell of problems
That could have made me or broken my spirit,
But you stayed.......

......And endured it,
You better hope my feet walks into you in
These trees,
I'm trying to relate to better view in these trees,
You better my feet don't walk into you,
We could share a course of new life in these trees.