Miss IgnatiusPosted: August 9, 2012
I put to you this matter.
How is it that you’re made of such precious texture?
Through your eyes I see the colour of nature,
And your smile inspires this very letter.
You speak words as sweet as nectar.
Pardon my failure to express better;
But my mind is sedated by the rays of your cosmic factor.
Your love for fiction and my aversion to psychological time make for a perfect picture.
It was the utmost pleasure
Making your acquaintance should we not meet later
Remember even substance is vapour.
Please read at your leisure,
Love is forever…
© Heath Muchena, 2012