I drink you in, as though, there be no end.
I ache your ailing spirit, as though, it were mine.
If I were set upon a lost ocean…
Whatever you found to be amiss…I would find.
Lover, it hurts so, when your world…
Resigns to the being of…unkind.

Tomorrow will come and take us away.
Import us to the blues.
Retrieving each soul, as though we were never one.
In the deepest of my smallest conviction…
With all of infinity…
I will understand…
We have only just begun!