And so, I fall into the embrace of love again with you.
Give myself over...completely,
totally.
Now you hold my heart,
and it is up to you to bear the overwhelming love,
adoration.

There is nothing such as an artist's love,
for we all feel too deeply,
love too strongly.
You must shield me from myself, and my own careless, yet careful, heart.
You must bear the burden of being constantly,
consistently,
on my mind.

I have tried (oh have I tried!) to wait,
contemplate,
until the time is favorable.
But I cannot.
I need you now.
I need you forever.