An Afterword

If you would let me hold you
the nights would never be this cold.
If morning has its romance and midday has demands,
if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands.
If evening has its moments..
If you can keep a secret from me.
Then I can tell you thing that youd not believe.
If I could write a letter and sign it with your blood
and send it with the truest of intentions my love,
if breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost.
The hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft.
If breathing was this easy