It started out as just words, but grew into sentences, consecutive life sentences. . . imprisoned by the images that body language spoke, stroked by her essence, can’t recall the time only moments held the lessons, and I could see within her pupils, there was something I could teacher . . . A star in my eyes, but I knew that I could reach her, without stretched limps, we outstretched the hymns(hims) that sang the songs of heartbreak, in carelessly contrived concertos, the music that we made amplified as we compared souls, like the pull of opposite poles, we demonstrate innate polarity, within moments of our meeting I knew I’d ask this jewel to marry me. Although in a not so distant future, it was my destiny to woo her . . . Renew her, cause my path in life passed through her. No sooner than later passed I saw the creator’s laugh embodied in tapered glass reflecting my ladies crass way of relating math to that of potential halves by way of parental stabs . . . Can’t recall how many adults, three? caught with two Jamaican chicks, so I guess its adultery. Strong brotha with a flesh weakness, so imagine how much strength it took to complete this.