I
love you forever—falling and laughing—the strength of your
Arms.
You hand me a seashell and urge me to listen. I hear
Such
melody and voice. “It’s your voice, my Love: your
Alien
voice.” We walk seashores, and poke a sea star, and
Seagulls
claim the sky. Our hearts are filled with butterflies.
We
ponder, and ask, “Have we just met?” All is sweet, and
Sullen
lingers—a ship near a distance. I muse a palm—and
Trace
the lines. They speak of lagoons, fiery lakes, and
A jacket
laced with ravens. We paint and gaze and kick
The lands:
our love, a kayak in motion. I love you forever—
Watching
as you pluck your woes. “How do they look, Love?”
I
rub the left, and kiss the right: There’re perfect hearts, Love.
Breakfast
is joy, and love is all, and don’t forget the green
Sunlight.
I smile—and pride myself, the cook. Our souls have
Raced,
deeper personalities. The wallpaper is a sign.
