How extraordinary will my effort be? How much of your beauty can I know? You leave me with twisted words and pumping veins just to express. How can I be capable of the sliver of you that I know? I'll never embrace the splendid whole. It's the sad beautiful weight of the fraction that thrills me to you. Will I rise to be worthy of our time? This is my question. Thank you dear life and my close love for sharing a piece of your infinite perfection with me. As I stare at you as matter, maybe I see a bit of my perfection too.