it was never your intention to swallow me whole…taking all of me…nothing left…the soul wanders…

another fancy…this will pass too…perhaps thought…though i cannot…will not…the heart has been invested…

for love was made…never hurried…nor rushed…listening took place ‘tween two…how rare…yes…how rare…

calls could be placed into the darkened night…you would be heard…a voice i long-for…

oh speak…please…there is nothing to lose…