S.O.S.
Late are the hours of contemplation.
Love needs redemption.
Parallel shall life be with honesty.
Hope I have little.
Faith is weak with the flesh.
Love is full.
Is this a dark love?
Is this a passionate, sincere, patient love?
Love is whole.
It is the end of my story.
It is the beginning of my life.
I have riddled myself to death.
I am a fool.
I am blind.
What is my worth?
What shall I define love as to another?
With or without you life goes on.
Whatever it is you do.....
Do it quickly.
