when i remember the naked search of your eyesb, eholding my vision discerning my innerself... i forget how to see.
when I'll hear the raspiness of your voice, the drawl of your tongue, the drone of your breath... i forget how to breathe
but when i close my eyes everyday there stands the perect mirage of an angel and i hear the heart rhyme into a warble.. O, i feel the flow pulsating to your temple calling me to pray, and when i smile i know i am missing the original you.. stay blessed my queen.
