Elucidating Questions

If I give you the moon can I be the sun? Words unspoken in a song of fire.

I send all the love to you, beautiful feather of pink blooms in the moor.

After all a conversation, is all I ever want and it turns it all on.

It’s another speech, but this one I won’t make outloud and it won’t be in vain like the letter I sent her.

My sister who I found in the broken houses on the hill. Someone who is precious to me in every way.

I meant it,

He will rue the day.

He’s not allowed to speak to someone so beautiful like you, in a way like that. You deserve better.

Beautiful girl, who is always fourteen to me, a light to the darker sides of me.

The spinning whole, she is less wild, kind and generous, comforting, a good person.

They say the fish and the virgin never get along, you and I are proof they are wrong.

You are precious to me, I hope you found your happily ever after.

I hope you are happy, and content, and safe.