The rabbit tangos with morning butterflies,
imitating the samba while 57 suns...

Sharps and flats,
that's how your words...

I knew nothing of Assisi but the blinking stars,
the same ones that my America dreamed upon...

It seeps from her bergamot tea,
soaking lips with fellowship...

Please, don't mind my stare.
There's nothing wrong with how you look...

But if you can't live for now,
for one moment relinquishing anxious stares...

I'm breaking up with you Drama,
our relationship is over...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...

Portraits of lovers on the shoreline
are determined to survive...

I
want to marry...

I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually...

Words can't simply heal, act as an
elixir able to guarantee a perfect love...