it’s been some time that my cheeks have been met with flowing streams of joy that pushes the air from my chest like the moment i first embraced you to feel the weight of your sadness now it’s me this time sitting alone while i write this letter to you to explain the beauty of your skin that of which is made from the finest silk that drifts in the wind like my open curtains so free and flowing does your body move like the sunbeams glistening through your lace pores lighting upon the floor where the dust settles that we sweep away with the love of our dancing forgetting about dismay upon this hill we stand so tall but this time divided we shall not fall as soon enough our hearts are risen and we will set in stone the curiosity of this world that within us, we’ll make our own