Composure, sweet and soft. The smile that aligns,
whimsical and innocent in it's nature. What sweet radiance shines as this?
Strides over carpet, legs elegant and fast.
Where has she hidden from each page of history and of times in the past.
So generous, caring words do flow. With lips that vanquish pain
Whose hair can truly dare to compare, bangs that measure in inches of love and kisses in frozen rain.
The weights of pressure, constrained to continue, the strengths of ones heart used to measure. One hundred of anything together, simply feels to light, let's add nineteen and touch into the night.
Such a delicious dance, an immediate prance, hands timid, begin to scour.
Each hour, call it a minute, five becomes so much less than six. Relational relativity, spinning and twirling in his mind. Calmness eludes them both, serendipity does not, and he is oh so thankful for that Spot.
