You brought the shape of love to a land that never knew it...rotten and vile as the intent may have been. Each tender word and touch was the kiss before the bite, ******* marrow from bones that loved you to the core.
Although the shade of you has moved on,the shape of that love remains. The words you spoke,lines read by a terrible actor,still hold power in a play that is done. I will take their false shape,and fill it in with the real thing.. Directing my next play with passion all the sweeter for the pain I have felt. Like spinning rotten wheat into gold..