Once more

Thy was foolish. Foolish to believe that’s us as two beings could have the connection of an artist and his brush. Thou art nor more lovely and divergent as a image I imagine of you. In faith I do see us face to face as if the moon has met the sun. Thou a thousand mistakes could never stop the spark I feel towards your light. As our eyes will one day focus and truly understand the emotion, you’ll someday feel the same as I and this proud foolish heart won’t be foolish no more. But the sensation feast with thee alone, and only two can rise amongst the stars but you don’t wanna rise unless we’re close enough to touch yet the distance won’t separate the emotion. Knowing that our magnificent free soul was once apart makes me feel fervent that we will meet again.