hopping to a new Telephone line,
reaching out to a heart that’s fine,
Thoughts that linger and intertwine,
Trickling warmth on my skin speaks genuine.

thee may catch no sparks,
nor sweetness like jam tarts,
but thou is like a mirror,
reflecting thee’s lullaby in your world.
thou may be a Withering Rose,
but tis’ still radiant like Apollo’s.

“people whose hearts click in tune,
share and gaze at the same moon.”
though my rule is to not assume,
how would I know you won’t say goodbye?