for those who are interested in where this poem/construct is going The interesting thing about the number 8 is that it is a mirror image of itself. up down, left or right.& turn it on its side and it could be thought of as the sign for infinity .
I say, hoping it’s too quiet for you to hear, but you do and with one hand, you press your finger to my lips, and with the other, you give me everything I do not have the words to ask for.
I love you And you will never hear me say That I don't I know We are meant to be I can't believe that you think You're not beautiful I'm sorry but You are mine You can never say that I'm lying