Lily

You are sweeter than my solitude. And if the affection is great, unless you could make me abandon my jealousy, I’d love you like a fire devoted to your beliefs. I would yearn for your religion because you are my God. With the wings of a mocking bird, I’d sing to you with a voice as radiant as the early sun. All of it may look like a dream within a dream, but I’d drink your blood as a promise to be as I wish to seem. It is freeing—to walk you in the quietest of quiet, we will not die from the truth, and if you dared, I'd bleed with you.