33: I may not be deep enough; loose alliteration masks that, only maybe
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.

My love is the sun in the morning .. One has a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens his otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and his sovereign eyes of alchemy.

When I read about ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as love before I met you.