The lightness of our conversation was the same as the weather
Light, warm, full of banter and changed every 5 minutes
All in a day we were connected by vines of music, comics, clothes and whatever
I laughed, you laughed, I teared, you cried
It was nice
Then you called me perfect
In that moment I was perfect
As you see me now I am perfect
Beautifully and wonderfully made
Beneath The Canvas 