She kills her words, but somehow the feeling survives. And no matter where she buries them, he always sees them in her eyes.

That’s how it is, day after day... night after night. The Moon chases her sunsets constantly, hoping for a mere glimpse.

And for him, that was enough.

I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.

...and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment...

You're the fire burning inside of me.

in a world
full of
temporary things

you are
a perpetual
feeling.