roses are quite, they stirr gentle delicacy in my sights.
Like frozen crystals, your build up is dangerous, in my mind.
perfect and spontaneous accuracy yieds with synchronized passion and pride – you are my perfect, you are my other, my complete – we belong to each other, I’am yours to keep and you are mine if you choose. Its up to you my dear, I’ve said it before.
we are dynamic potential, yet static motion.