I write what my heart begs my fingers to give expression too, what feeble extremities we are cursed by nature to take on such a task as to emote what our souls nourish and our desires consume.
I wish you well my love, I wish to dwell on you’re mind and think of me kind, you have reborn what was a husk to more then I dared dream I could be. You did this Liz,
You,
Beautiful you.