Starting every verse in identical fashion breaking up the thoughts we share in our sentences. I can only wish to be loved by the one true one who loves the most. It can happen at any time really it’s a wish that’s been wished a thousand times before the title was ever lost. I’ve seen words whispered to backs of hands. I swear nothing’s more beautiful than You in your praying position. Always down on broken knees to palms hands are folded properly of course. Use your mouth to chant the whispers you want to have happen. Call and summon the one you need in front of you to satisfy the ache building slowly up underneath.