You are a beautiful soul to make me word; to convert mornings of uncertainty into poetry, resounding memories of the two of us as strings that vibrate together, sing together and cry together their longings, wanting to make something inevitable, something to be avoided: to feel them complexly. For if Love is land without a path, I have lost myself because I want to find you. And every step I take, I give myself away, because I always come back to two of us, and we both do not come back. The syllables of your name are confused with the beats on my chest to repeat memories of yours that I seek, as the dew seeks the morning, as the serenade seeks the stars, as the mouth seeks the kiss, as I seek you. And though I meet you in every corner of my life, I know that I see you from within in any direction; the heart always knows what it looks like…❤