All it takes is two words spoken with eyes of wonder finding its way to the sublime. How only some could understand the vastness of its poetic meanings -is amazing
Yet it spins whirlpools of countless words that silk and sing in wondrous unison making sense of itself all the time.
Such is love, the look askance, the touch felt through great distance understood clearly as if skin melted against skin in some ethereal furnace moulding beings who 'are on the same page' every single time.
There must be the four seasons written into their genetic make-up, as if, they were moulded in the same crucible. Permanently.