wakasashe

To the Girl Who Draws Him in Standing outside in the blue sky I listen to your heart. A melody, a rhapsody, Chords begin to start. I swear that it's true There's nothing I can do But plead. Open up your door To spend this one sweet night with you; It's a chance I can't ignore I realize I'm intoxicated by you. My mind's thrown off track But the gentle warmth you emit keeps drawing me in. I know that these feelings are new And there's no way to get back. In my whole life this must be the happiest I've ever been.

 Intrigued at but a glance,         Him        One singular trait begins, a bond     Idealness seemingly personified from his impression. Ardor uncontrolling to reason               Devotion overrides self worth Filling the day, infatuation                        At hand, fear Personal value forces extreme security     Afraid bond lost at gamble for further depths                        Frustration to development halt Unaware of his admiration, the other Staying as such, cowardice      To withstand time the bond not he watches Passions unknown the other moves on Admirer  acquaints    regret Crumbled to belief of forever

Culinary Positions a trilingual poem. Let us make sandwiches Put your tit on my paenus. Savory, Banh mi.