I think...O’ I’ll believe
We forgot, what it means
to touch a soul
Blinded by skin, so warm
It’s pitter patter
...
Of love
intertwined
A language
often wrongly diagnosed
Filled with lost action
Filled with sky's
all alone
A coat so cold
With it’s linger of sweet honeycomb

O’ I’ll Wonder
How I’ll choose to stop this chatter