Hour Of Honestly Poem by Yoyama Magwashu

I still remember the butterflies I got when we first met.
And every moment with you feels like a beautiful dream I never want to wake from.
In the dance of love, we are yin to each other's yang, creating a perfect harmony.
With you my heart found its favorite place to be.
To be genuine, you occupy my mind more than my own thoughts do.
I'd ruin my art for you.
Because you first healed my scars and then made me yours.
How can a heart in this world be so pure?