Gentle is the word of the day.
And to know it is your word.
That you could so gently open the petals of my blossom of desire and plant the seed of satisfaction in the drought.
Lay aside any fear.
Find the place where no one else had ever been.
And find me there.
Nothing held back in doubt or reserve.
And I gave to you the strength and power and color of your desire in purple majesty. Mine and mine alone for ever more.
And this, the sonnets of lovers, starcrossed throughout eternity.
Joined together in moment and a life.
And separated at birth in the memory of bliss.