Joy conceived in the vision
The Lily of the drought
Volunteer of the incision
And a seed of doubt
Black silky Intertwined threads
The touch and sound of care
Love, warmth, comfort spreads
Your intensity in all rare
Infinite options hang above
Spinning a smoky vortex
Simply what you hate or love
Discombobulates my cortex
Only clues to a mystery
Yet partials of a masterpiece
Less of shortened history
Wonder moves me not to cease
Someone asked me to write how I felt about them so I did
