The captivation of the impasse
Can the difference in our souls be overcome?
The asterism of our fates cannot so opaque.
It is ironic that what we both seek can be defined in a chronograph of sand.
You have so far to travel and yet your peace is already found
I long to tell you of the falsehood of my pretences
To unlock the anacucis of your affections to me would more beautiful than a strand of your auburn locks
The truth is
I love you