Testo Leaf

A crest, a peak, body learns to speak
A flower at the foot of the entry
A peak, a crest, body comes to rest
A flower at the foot of the entry
I’ve been told, seem so solitary
From the day we met, I haven’t seen it yet
Would you embrace a loiter by the interchange
I regret I haven’t seen it yet
Just as the last sun falls through the leaves
Does the warm honey flow from your body
Just as we speak to gratitude’s weight
Does the Earth rise up to our bodies

The thought plucks me from the vine
Suggests, (so come for) distracts me as it handles me
Now wait, (I can’t wait) I want to be there, I want to be there
Please let me be right there