My fair lady
First off; I don’t want to delete anything moving forward by accident so I’ll move timidly. Amber, say less. My eyes well when it hits me I can’t deliver the heart and love I feel myself choking on every day as clearly as I want to.
I want to paint masterpieces full of golden arches and wild flowers that hiss with vitality and light. I don’t think it’s you hissing but I’m drawn towards filling the watering bucket and gingerly hydrating your leaves. I cannot sing very well but humming near you, I feel activates your roots to draw such hydration to sprout newer, broader buds and branches.