Lectio - 12

Let the pseudonarrative strike me down countless times, my extremophile spirit shall keep afloat, as long as I can count with you.

Founded a sweet and gentle touch. Crystal clear eyes, permeates my days with her smile, the girl with vivid colours shines.

Within my rests and thoughts, I feel safer harmonizing with you. God let my wishes through, a promised jade mirror, to highlight and expose your beautiful features.

May your kindness never fade away, lovely girl, ill kiss you until the end.

An arsenic, majestic angel statue lays upon me, with its marble skin. I hug it.