vapors rise as the emotions deepen,
the metaphorical climb steepens
so i grow reluctant to convey my demons,
yet each moment shared shows me less reasons,
less reasons to be afraid,
because the passions, pains, & pleasures you've displayed have shown me there's no need to evade,
so please, stay here with me & enjoy the wonders our creator has made,
i understand your memories cut like a rusty blade,
but we are two hearts torn together, remember forever, that a storm is just weather,
for you my intentions are inscribed through this letter, although it's been brief,
your voice has become a source of relief,
to this weary man who once only knew remorse & grief.
we sprout, wilt, & bud anew, as our emotions dictate what we do,
much similar to the summer breeze & the autumn leaf.