I will dive in the lagoon of your enigma,

swim within your mystic waters, be swayed

Your gloom caught my sullen eyes by your pragmatic undertow and drown
Within your simplicity, a lining of mystery lies wholeheartedly for my entirety is yours.
Let your hues be my muse as I transcribe
You are a dreamscape of grayscale, as I describe

Petal by petal, that

These are privileges Dying is inevitable,asthus I cannot gr
my feelings
I wish to get hold of: bear to not love youfurther.
in this lifetime―
As you rec
rose will bloss
Hold the hands that birth ornate masterpieces.
Occupy the thoughts that conceive solemn creativity.
Embrace the brokenness that fertilizes an artistic irony.
Connect with the artist who penetrates the boundaries of art.

My desire is to attain these privileges:

I will ink your soul into letters of devout adoration, Louie, my Mr. Cool Guy, I may
as you paint my essence into arts of adoring devotion. not be able to take you on a
date this time, but may I take
you out next time? The specific
date does not matter. Be it a
Valentine’s or a normal day,
what matters most is I am with
you, whatever day it is.