Also, in my most significant misgivings I owe every one of you the light left in me, the fogginess that you surrender gravely.
It's about time I uncover to you the reality;
I may be hard at hearing anyway, I'm perfect for treasuring you. Also, you're the primary young woman I could feel so surely pulled into. You are the light behind my eyes, the fire that makes me unglued on those never-ending California nights. The significance of a staggering sea, when the whole world wraps however then unfolds utterly to see me. I revere you, newborn child.
Would I have the capacity to feel you again in one last breath; upon one final beat? Will you allow me to set your soul free finally? I have boundless trust in you and me.