Reckless could no longer describe us.
Our movements become a pattern, a series of gives and takes.
We've taken comfort in the creak in the floor.
We look for stability in the reliability of each other.
We have forgotten that this is where we started,
but found its never to late to return.
So we may have become
predictable,
patterned,
comforted,
liable,
and returned to each other.
Our lives have been worn by the break of each new day,
but we count few ways
to waste our days
better than
together.

I love you* with the intensity of the sun behind dark, gloomy clouds.
He said, his words drip with the dark waters he's treading.
I love you with the intensity of the relentless struggle the ocean has, always returning to kiss the shore one more time.
She said, her lips covered in  crystal grains of sand.
I hate you so much the only reason must be love. They recite together, all meaning lost at sea.

Forgiveness has fogged my fright.
Oh,
how you must delight.

Espero que me esperes.
Quedo esperando para ti,
Mi esperaza.