I gently nurture hope that we will always love, as we do, your me, my you.
Myriad possibilities dark-dance through my mind,
Light-love; of an abstract, labyrinthine, wish-want kind,
Take me with you, please, where'er you go,
Yours are all and only worlds I'll ever need to know.
Spend your restless hours in sweet deepling thoughts of me
Latching on to futures, that may ever yet, still be.