Forgive me, forgive me for not holstering my look of disinterested fog upon my first sight of you, I might find myself emptied of a suitable return for you again, you are the revolving hatbox of masks I am helpless to survey the itinerary of
You bubbled and hopped that moment I first viewed you, I must have only wanted to escape you were such a cute ferocity, I thought nothing of you for days there on except, “how strange, how strange,” and then I encountered you secondly, and the vision that had cemented in my eyes then melted….
Your eyes were leaning south and voided, I think you held you hands clasped in front of your heart and might I have caught your total expression slanted airward like a wounded lone seeker, the all of me buckled and ruptured and I owed you the world
What an idiot I was that your very first gale-flooding grin did not conquer me
let there be many Cakes of Warmth and Closeness for You this day