My love for you lasts longer
Than a few minutes five times a day.
I think of your infinity
And its different shades in us all
How could I forget how much you move me?
In a way, it’s moving
You’re more than kisses, kittens, cuteness
Yet everything that exists
Is just some strand and configuration
remind me that all possibilities
are just reflections of a mirror I am too small to see.
— Liyana Dizzy, 28