I Love You J.

To J. I believe in you, You bare the wills of all music and demise in your voice You’re the joy of every dismal muse The very resonance of a colored melody, torn out from a thousand heartstrings The impossible, but darling thing for madness and nature to use And I too use your patience, to reeth notes of bliss As the soul of each half-concerned lover, may use your eyes as stars And perhaps, I too am used, beyond us both and ballad amorous Just to give, completely, to all that’s blessed, in our single shared and secret glance. I believe in you, though I wish you dear, Not to tear too deeply between Quiet little eidolons that bare, or the things we’d both aught fear Less I grieve to wake from that, losing you, and that dream.