I see the world not in black and white But in pink and grey All your softness and beauty glowing in the candlelight Your hair riffling and flying over peach-coloured skin in two tones Rosy sheets and soft warm things, that don’t go bump in the night But put a jump in my bones and…

Knife Ears, you’re a sweetheart You make great custard And your hair floats like a halo But you’re slightly spicy Throwing charm wildly Like chai and ice cream Licks on wood spoons Tom Holland is bright Did we have our first fight? It’s passionate, it’s saucy We’ll have a good story About how you came…

The thing about love Is that it comes with a shudder Spilling into our lives and hearts In a not-entirely-unexpected But still slightly messy way It’s always slightly awkward That first rush of feelings It might have been so that it was fantastic And that it was the tension that made it good Sunshine glinting…

It makes me smile to think Of a man who teaches children for a living But doesn’t know the meaning of omw It makes me laugh to think Of rating my lentil soup first a 9, then an 8.5 then an 8 out of 10 I know you liked it And no I’m not putting…

Faith suprises me in its warmth It comes on quietly in the dark of night Worship music and tears In our eyes But also quiet moments and laughs We may go to different churches But I think we share the same faith Faith in goodness of the heart Faith in the meaning of bravery Faith…

Heaven is a place on Earth Well, at least that’s what I hear From people who live mostly On Earth They don’t live in the brightness Of stars and galaxies Neither do they live in the sweetness Of Flowers and Rivendell But I like to live in the middle Where the universe meets the river…

Okay so Yes I tend to make a lot of noise My journey down the river isn’t smooth I make waves But so do you Your youtube recommendations are rad And you’re great at cutting croissants in half (Amongst cutting other things essentially in half) I saw what you were doing when you told me…

Seeing you was a jolt of lightning A crossbow bolt to my heart And what was still started moving Beating in time to a rhythm and a dance that Only the river truly knows And she winds her way through the city Reflecting bright around trees Hazy in the high tide Water blurring some strange…