Hopeful in my bedroom

In mine boudoir

Frozen and crystallized

Sewing mine fret

A dream that dances

 

Do metals feel?

Oh no!

Do woods emote?

If Love really is for all.

 

Time I believe culprit is

Destiny And, is accountable

Now

Why can’t I eat mine honey?

 

Ah yes, all together—-Goes

As the shoe fits to us—-Both

To-morrow lovers we become

Like two-in-one!