the size of your tits, love
matters little in the grander
scheme of things
they will sag, eventually
no matter how long you
wear that bra
I don’t care really, what would I do
with something I cannot fit
into my hands to hold, anyway
the size of you heart, love
matters more to me
although I cannot measure it
the heart do matter more
what you say,
from heart must come or else
there be no trust; just void
the glance, your eyes must be
reflecting the beat of
the heart; inside
the balance; the rhythm
yours must match mine
though cosine and sinusoid
rarely meet; it would be a
grand feat to end up
as one
