We will be together someday, my love
In death, or through life
We will find one another,
It is the pull of the moon
that brings us like magnets
to the cliffs edge.
That breathes air beneath our tired wings
and sends us soaring.
Dancing in the air like children,
Drinking rain from the clouds.
You...
My Adam,
My destined rib,
I cannot get enough of the innocence
in your eyes.

05/23/2002

Posted on 05/23/2002
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