sweetly stricken lovely kisses in a jar
nets—catching stomachs full of butterflies
to catch yourself falling in love from heaven

skies are pretty pink, like the shade of eyelids
green envious manner of wanting but not own
purple tears of choked clouds before a storm
it pours scorn of my heart reigning it's fears

oh love; imperfect to perfectly strike my greed
teach me of right ways, to seek of your need

knees in the weak,

shaking shyly to express my feels
awkward as always, like a blushing kid
how do I express how I really feel