I need your hand to hold onto my heart
because it keeps skipping beats. You are art,
a beautiful creation; it was fate
that brought us together. Staying up late
on the phone, discussing what our future
had in store. The collision of culture
between us culminates to terraform
the foundation of our love. You were born
to be a sweet, genuine heroine;
I was to be a creator wherein
my art fulfills and represents all ideals
I hold. Writing, music, and video feel
right when I push myself to do better.
I will be a creator forever.