You lovely thing. Do you feel everything? I feel stunted to see you live on that fine edge before you’d ruin yourself.
Years have come, haven’t they? And for what they’ve given they’ve taken something else. You cannot see the beauty you carry beyond these aged lines.
Yesterday I knew little. Today I was anxious. Now I’m relieved. You lovely thing. I’m sure you feel my heart, don’t you?
It all seems intertwined. Haven’t I told you I’d make your life a story? Could you do the same for me now? Could you tell me a few sweet things? Would they last? When could I lay gentle to sleep without you?
It’s chaos you give me. And I am scared of you, you are right. And you’re unable to help that. But I desire you.