|ound Poetry from a Little While Ago...|
|Drinking too much doesn’t change a thing.
I still love you as much as I ever did.
And knowing your changes doesn’t change a thing.
I still love you more everyday.
And dreaming of you doesn’t get any better
Than it does when I dream with you,
Feeling your eyes move with mine,
Your body moving in the bed,
Moving closer to me, to my heat, to my love,
Following your heart, your dream, your love.
Your love, that totality and completeness
In you that is me.
That is love.