To stop is to finick
Her lips hush the infinite
Inspiring what could not exist
Till this minute
Finicking with paper
Gaping at this neighbor
Writing poems
For a limited scope
Of time's labor
Working to sway her...
Unbroken honesty's promising
Why I felt warm by your hues
Accomplishing the true
Organic romantic processing
Of what comes thru
Your eyes,
Everything, energy-
Unconditional love's easy
When unknown
To you
To your angelic prophesy
That tells me
Endlessly
Something lovely
To be
As long as I look at thee.
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