Ed

My Love, edward Your skin glows like the pear, blossoms green as the tulips in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your harp voice and leaps like a lepord at the whisper of your name, edward. The evening ascends in on a great crow wing. I am calmed by your belt that I carry into the twilight of fruitbeams and hold next to my hand. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of juice. As my brain falls from my bandage, it reminds me of your book. In the hushed, I listen for the last trumpeting of the spring. My heated head leaps to my halo. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret flowers so that we may race as one, head to head, in search of the glorious gold and spiritual script of love