I will let tears fall onto your shirt like rain. How I pray that the salt stains your skin, and reminds you of all the places on you I have been. My dear, there is a sweltering passion burning on the bones that are my ribs. And there is smoke clinging to the walls of my lungs, and ash caked in my throat. Pounding, my heart feeds the fire. I feel with all of me that I am a sinner in this sea of melancholy saints, I will strive with every essence of me to do good. When this world is full of sin. I feel with all of me that I am not fully deserving of this love. But I will continue to strive with every essence of me to keep it. Even when it has been my luck to lose.