It’s not my wish to walk intoxicated; to live for never is not my choice.

I liked you everywhere on you.

Let us convert this night; we are breathing together, to a bright morning.

I shall give you a song, and you fill melody in it.

I shall bestow you my love, and you give me yours.

I am gazing-- desires unaware of destiny frisk about my mindscape like children.

Desires stay unaware of man’s fragile existence authored by scarcity