I no longer look at him as my lover, though he was in so many ways. I no longer look at him as my friend, though he was more than that simple phrase portrays. Let it be, as the Gods look upon me, with faith regarded, set me free. Free of the ties which bare me to the one who laced my nights in fire. Take me back to the moment when time didn’t exist and my lungs held no breath, for I fear without him all time has stopped and I shall never breathe again. Yet as I have so loved, let him so love, as I have so breathe so shall he. Be it fate or coincidence, let happiness be in his arms soon, for I know it tires in loneliness, because he is so fine that every star in the heavens has dimmed in respect for his presence. This symphonic spirit in mortal guise has so captured the essence of human perfection that every emotion is green with jealousy for the desire to play across his face in the merest of moments is too great. Oh, were I his happiness!! For to light up his eyes, rosy his cheeks, and die upon his lips in a smile would leave my hunger satiated for eternity.
