A love letter

In a cool, gentle and sweet smelling morning when the atmosphere exhales fresh breathes of morning dew when the wind plays hide and seek with the emotion of men when beauty romanticize nature & memories dance in the flame of the past I am writing u a verse a verse imagined by a crispy heart written by a feeble hand with an ink drizzling from a frumpish pen✒ whispered from an unsavoured lips not to an ear drenched by the cunning flattery of men but endeared to a heart that melts at my mildest touch I tried singing it on a key but the highest note♪ couldn't express how I feel I have also tried using rhythms but the beat of your heart was too fast to follow o what beauty lies beneath your eyes👀 Beauty not adorned by shadows of artificial hues Nor furnished by glamours of aesthetic blues But that from the crispy clay of heaven mixed with droplets of gracious dews ..............Levi...........