Between Breathing Spaces

i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true love) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you The pasty-faced singer thought to himself, “hmmmm… sweet!” I am about to be propelled into a new life by your love and by my love we are together my lover. Those words are strange and spaces are breathed between exasperations of moments we think. That we think: we love each other. Always. :: 07.01.2021 ::