The clouds fall rather than rise and reveal the stars above.
Each serene gleam screams streams of reverent songs that portray the world in our image.
Certainty exists.
It exists in my feelings that drown my lucid bones in crimson passion.
It exists in the words that illustrate the desire that plagues my soul.
It exists in the fragility of your words that shield your feelings within your heart,
and it exists within this undeniable literary romance that can cause intimidation with just a stare.
Our words became the essence that fills our lungs with the ability to keep breathing.
Our words have become the very thoughts, the threads of woven words that wire our minds together in one single cloth that clothes us in the warmth of our volta.
Our inevitable change will occur.
The future holds the simple reality of solitude dying slowly as the commencement of our welding begins.
The days mark the birth of an iron heart bonding with a searing palpitation that creates the beats to a living drum.
The instrument has begun and the sound of iron drums test fate.
Stars sparkle in our heat of the moment and certainty exists.
Our feelings for each other are certain.
I like you.
You are a star that gives the night a better image.
-BR