Holding my breath til my face turns blue

Afraid that if I let go, you will too

This must be some fictitious work of mine

That landed me with something unbelievably divine

I am a beetle scuttling in the dark

When the room is engulfed by the light of a spark

But though full of joy from the warmth that I feel

I am so overwhelmed, i don’t know if it’s real

I want to believe there could possibly be

A person hand-crafted for someone like me

It may be a mirage, or a shadow in snow

But for now I’ll be sure not to let that spark go

- to J ❤️