I don't write about you because you don't deserve to be immortalised in my words.I'll leave you to float around in my mind until forgetfulness comes to take you away.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun?In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength?That's how a King holds his Queen.

I am nothing but a ripped fabric stitched together by God's grace.

When she bites my lips,I see stars dancing right next to the sun.