I look up at my Lover-dear and make my way back to kiss her nose
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me