I don't like to
assume,
but I think that
      you're mine.
I think that as
you welcome
Midnight Lovers &
your bedroom door swings
open,
    shut,
      in and out
     with walking veils  of
flowers to
   distract you from
the pain,
          you're mine.
      somewhere, you're mine

   I know you

that in some sort
of way, some sort of
reality, whether it's another
dimension-( I've
learned about
other dimensions),
or another
stretch of time,

Darling, I've always been here
for you
and somehow,
you'll always be mine.