Star crossed lovers,that is how it starts, and it is how it will conclude.I can’t get her name off my pretty pouting lips,like a servant to a spell,I drink nectar from her kiss,and I kill the years that approach the black, oak door we hide behind. I am the grateful goddess of time,but my subjects…

A dove dropped into my life last night, hopeful and honest, and I decided that I’d rather be in love, than be a liar. I’ve seen you in my dreams, serene soulmate, elusive end of my tempestuous tale, that has evaded my eyes until now. I’m flying, in lucky, lovesick skies.