Plea

Between today and tomorrow.
Through the time of the spaces.
In the wonders not yet seen in the hearts.
Will you please.
Will you try.
Can you please give me something here.
Here I want to think you try.
That you please.
How everything could so perfectly be.
And you will be the thing I adore so much.
What happened?
I deeply in thinking wonder.
How the soft hands of a tight grip are loose and slipping.