Sometimes I pray
You don’t meet anyone new
Because I’m in love with you

These are simple writings
That echo from the
inconsistencies in my heartbeat

A jealous heart is sometimes
Riddled with lust
But I lust for your love

For the thought of you
Makes me often halt in wonder
And my admiration for you is twofold

Hence I need you
More than a baby, it’s first cries
For what is life without you?

– Smyekh David-West.