What are tragedies? Flying daggers
Transform into petals that fall
Over us… It’s springtime again, my
What are tragedies, anyway? I will endure
More than you think.
I hold your hand; we
Jump into the eye of the storm…
I never pray. I have
No god, but
For you is paganism
Flying petals and winds of freedom
Carry us away in a haze of colors.
My love for you
Is the purest form of adoration