she's the moon's favorite constellation. a borrowed pair that frolics insouciantly within the listening leniency offered by the bluebell, each petal a regalia so sanguine. while prayers press into the pane of swirling refrains, let the splendor of stitched love letters find where congenial devotion lingers. / let her perfume the depths of those stars with a fragrant persuasion made from the night's unchanging oath.