Original Description:
Anonymous asked: A poem I’ll deliver, crafted straight from my lips./ For when my heart sees you a beat it skips./ I can’t say I love you, for your heart is not known,/ But I love how you seem and I love what you’ve shown./ So in the name of all strangers who walk through this world,/ Don’t let your beauty be untimely furled./For the world would be less without the gift of your art/But the world would be wounded more without your heart.