I was a dumb learning man.

You are a goddess made of porcelain glass: a fragile dove with an angelic face and a glowing heart with wholesome conviction like a mannered spirit with delicate afflictions.

You are occasionally misunderstood and blind.

      You remaining light in my life that reminds me of what popularly is mother nature’s truest intentions. U R Making me cry.

  (Your lips reminded me at the time)

Timely you came back into my life as I feel tripped and before I was saying “what it says”

                      However,

              with your return:
                hope
a new sense of ambition, a new perspective , a polished set of ears
                      I have purpose and in fact I have substance, I was just trying to be creative.

                                               Come, fortune favors the brave, do what you want:

A dandelion metamorphosed in the span of a second: U R breathing

(Sometimes your lips remind me/we are breaking up)