Wet. | 20/4/20
When I hold my heart this stoic into love we form sentences that seem to cling to our highest self the most, we confide into our boundaries how we speak at love and not into it, for so long we have spoken out for love never took time to know about loves identity how each letter feels in the mouth and curls out the tongue, the twins in you know this feeling all too well, they are your most innocent love light, the intensity of this feeling is almost longing, the chaser and the runner effect is no stranger to attraction that feels as though you were or could be a lesson or the last love you must have as it leaves lovers mouth, as human beings we are at loves mercy when we do not know the ways in which it resides into our whole before we start to select its truest feeling, loved and being in love once before I knew about what power I held into love alone, will always be one of the rosed gardens inside my home their thorns are not new to our heat, only known for its scarlet crimson velvet gaze this too will be a home I also always choose to grow gardens of serenity, tranquil gratitude in loves mirror, the tense is important to recognize when speaking notes of passion, song in boundaries, animated intensity and love in each their own lesson love and loved, I have been at loves mercy too, I knew one day it would be my turn, I did not expect love at my front door this way, knew touch while in a dreamy state, a peaceful stream flowing with ease, guarded air of simplicity’s like how love says your name is enough to turn you into the ocean itself, we did not know of glassed eyes this way we are still learning to know love too, how long is eternity into a feeling that has left the world speechless about it truest meaning, do you know the answer, do you know love at all, if you saw love what would your light towards it be, what words would your soul speak?
Melody of Being Animate 