you arrived at the door br how becoming it was of you, br arriving so timely br hurriedly devoured the reflection br which I aimed at your perception br and hoped you believe the contours of br my face that I painted with my mind. br Escaping your notice, and veiling my intent br as I stroked every second that passed in ease br and indulged myself into your br passive attendance and hoped to scar your br memory with my inept physical attribute; br features that I crafted while we br exchanged hopes...