Your face turned
Exceptionally well
Elongated enough
Ilimitiable enough
I too am proud
A bee quite still
When I do speak
I bow too stung
For a windness
For a bright like dark
In my strangest
Dear love, I rise
Brightcurvely
In most
As your fingers
Point
A mouth
Over a mouth
A praise under a waist
Forgive me
I am earlier than today
