Love letter # 34
Before you, I practised guitar. Since you, there have been songs. You are the difference between the passing of the days and the beauty of the season.
I think of you every day – but some days I am awash; the floodplain in flower. Whatever I was before, I am new. Yours is the light that let me see.
I know what the fire is now. I have the ashes to prove it.
They say we pay for glory with blood. Let it be so. I would burn a thousand kingdoms for this. More. Such things are baubles. This is what matters. You being next to me.
I know it’s stupid – but then I am a fool.
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