(you are the frost that gently spreads across the corners of my windows, like grape branches in a vineyard all stretching towards the sunset in unison, you are a miracle and you are a phenomenon, but you are too fragile and beautiful for me to touch. You are my morning cigarette and you are the reason I pray. You are the atmospheric Jazz music that fills up the souls of men who spend countless nights trying to forget about love. You are undeniably palpable. Darling, you are a woman, the universe is constantly in awe of you.)