When 2 faces are carved and sculpted to match and align at every crease
the tips of your noses will settle

You are hesitant to look at what you created
But you crave for the stunning view

You are so vulnerable
Not a breath slips through
And when your eyes meet
Every thought departs the reaches of your rootless head

Your perception is devoured by sweet brown eyes that stretch to remember where your skin wrinkles
Every unnoticed portion

Now you're as blank as paper
Captured by something too quaint for further worded confusion

You wish to paint every feature on your blank canvas
While time has ceased

*Isn't it lovely?