‘Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city. Her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet and full for her mouth to hold. I said, “You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.” I said, “For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit. And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry. I would make the sky shed all of it’s stars like rain. And I would clasp the constellations across your waist. And I would make the heavens your cape. And they would be pleased to cover you.’ -MOS DEF u speak to my heart!