Daughter Oƒ Abraham

“Cupid and Psyche” by David, Jacques Louis, France, 1748 to 1825

I do not know if its lust, god, satan, fate, black magic, whatever!

I'm looking at your display picture right now and this very moment

I believe I believe... I'm stuck... one second.

All the girls I relate with are not as fine as you, they are not as beautiful as you look from what I'm looking at.

None of the girls I know can hold my attention for more than 5seconds even if they were naked standing next to me,

Here I am writing a blog post.

You do it without knowing.

You do it with just a picture.

At this very moment I feel like... I think what I should say is I believe I believe... I'm stuck again.

I think what I'm trying to say is I believe at this very moment I love you, clearly my real thoughts are masked with what I think I'm trying to say.

I know its all going to be a lie, I want that lie.

I mean how else do you make love?

Love does not begat itself.
Daughter Oƒ Abraham, kindly accept my plea.