• Hello my sweet, what calamitous feat have you entrenched your mind in this wonderful eve?

    Our love isn't dead, what's more to be said, it won't be that way and you should never grieve

    A simple string of calculated words to be heard by the eyes and seen from the ears of desire

    Metaphoric castration by the boundaries of an extended length corrosive in nature

    Tarry not for this distance will only prove to push the emotions further.

    Colloquialism bound for thought the wait is what we've got, producing want and fervor.

    Save the grave mentality for when a real problem is to arise

    We have each other more so than I think we even realize.