In the vast open spaces between my bones and skin, the empty rattle of where my heart once superimpose is where I shall love you for eternity.

The echos of past love never fail to visit me.

The friction between the miles on the bed was were once layer haunt me, and burns my flesh to even ponder over the idea of sleeping on your side.

I shall love you in the highest light. come gather along, wary over me.
Evil is injected in my veins.

I purposely find that the greatest love ever, is the love that ruins you for the rest of your life.

The love that merely makes you have a lump in your throat at the sound of a song you and your late lover shared.
It's the type of love, if you can even fathom calling it love;

that makes life worth wild. That type of love brings us the thrill of life, without that certain almost seeming everlasting pain, life is perhaps dull, without color if you will.

It's the love which leaves battle scars, and beyond that, it brings creativity and hope.
Nobody writes about that part, because they feel as if they didn't have to write anymore, after the horrid is over.

I desire to send you a good omen as I pass.