Monday, February 13, 2017

The Queen of Things

My dearest of kin, sin, and all that we would together win. Fin to my stride, max to my mins. To you I ping all the things we must watch and read and see and be. To you I ring all my bells that would otherwise never toll. To you I bring all my words for you to sing. And to you I am your wing and you my wing and together we fly and see all the things. Thank you for making my heart ting. I miss you when you are in Berlin. 



I love you in the valentines and all the other times.

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