if i could ride a bike ✓

if

Callista,

     Are the heavens even aware that they created such a pulchritudinous creature? Your hands were blessed with solemn virtue— such a forthcoming demise concealed by its naivety. Suddenly, your eyebrows had a gentle grimace, aiming for the sunlight in broad daylight. Conspiring along was your hair, delicately ricocheting in the tick of time. You were no stranger to enchantment. You had everything but the aptness to lay your illusory feet unbroken upon mere ground.

     If I could ride a bike, I'd take you with me and journey through the peripheries of the planet as we sing a melody worth singing. A song creating harmony of both our love and voices as we yodel.

    All but a spot of flaw, you had. Unlike the skies wherein underneath it, we breathe and live, there wasn't a second when I took my eyes off your magnificent acquaintance. Indeed, evermore do I thank the heavens for handing me such a beautiful maiden whom I could behold, not a day missed.

Jay.