here's a poem, because i'm lame like that. open your heart to me my dear i hope you're deeper than a puddle the city lights are planning to shine no longer an ecstasy of passion you captivate my mind it's a trance, frenzy, a rapture of mysticism that can't be defined the definition of your soul is a euphoria of sorts you elicit feelings of grandeur and never once have you fallen short imbib my body with your fingertips immorality is often here practiced a pandemic has been created as a result of your heart