I am not a writer but the way your laughter skips like stones across my heart makes hands itch for paper and pen. smile is sunrise cannot capture without spilling ink into shape of name. yet find myself tracing syllables voice turning them poems even when try to. you tilt head listening me want to carve stories out air just thank universe you. love we share turns silences songs doubts verses fears lines that only could inspire. you would become one. Because are kind beauty demands be immortalized by clumsy hand mine. write rewrite thousand lifetimes make feel