**Words** I often delay in speaking the secrets of my heart; I often delay in expressing my love.   Time slips through my fingers while I adorn myself; I often delay in decorating the mirror.   There is light outside, yet darkness within; Thus, I often delay in kindling the flame of light.   The sights all around are so captivating, my friend; I often delay in locking up my heart against them.   I have become so entangled in love that I have lost my senses; I often delay in reclaiming myself from my own self. 1-3-2026   **Colors**