You don't have to say much to say a lot. Life is beautiful that way. The days are perfect when you can say nothing and still feel happy. You can sit on the roof, watch the stars, hold her hand, let your eyes shine with nuggets of delight. Nothing needs to be said for everything to be felt, each moment of bliss connected by magnets of silence.
From this observatory you don't need a map. Everything you need to see is right in front of you. She's there with you, leading you forward, even if you can't see her. Feel her in your heart. Let her guide you through the troubles; she wants to be with you every step of the way; she's the one, the broken piece that will make you whole. Seize her, but not too hard. The more you try to hold on, the more that slips from your hands. Caress her gently, like the soft and malleable skin of pottery clay.
Cranberry necklace the moonlight devours. Artificial rubies her youth manufactured, letting the days go by, ever slowly, a light beyond the grave. Wreath of marbled heartbeats rock you steadily to sleep, in her arms, soft sullen dew the secrets transpire, steadily to sleep.
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