Love letter # 186

There are things we can never know. However, there is no doubt now. Tomorrow, next week, whenever – I cannot tell you anything about them. Only now.

You are like the light after rain. You make everything glow. Your beauty transforms the world.

I won’t pretend to mean what I cannot know. Still, I sing for what you bring. It is a dance when you are around. We are like children, still playing. Making up the rules.

Yet there is nothing else we need to invent. Simply this.


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