〝It is here on a bed of roses that I have laid my heart and soul for you. I have loved you a thousand times a thousand different ways. And while my soul has been condemned to the gates of hell, tell me, Hades, will you be there awaiting the return of your Persephone, knowing

"Dic mihi, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 , cur tacitas de his rebus quae maxime cogitas?" The hand that mastered the sands of time never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of eternal passion. How it arrived. The way it evolved. What it signified.

𝗝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝝝𝗡𝗘 Gradually — , The dawn of synastry illuminated the structure of our sins — drinking blue wine among the bones of bivariate variables.. ..adrift as a sunbeam.. ..with holy forms, nor in a holy place. `` There is a legend in the depths of time and in the recesses of myth and

THE ABSTRACT PRAXIS OF EVENTUALITY. . . 《 𝗝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝝝𝗡𝗘 》. . ───For my synthesis, she fits seamlessly within these words ever like Eos' rhapsody cradles our spring and autumnal equinoxes in my breath and lungs. Within the chroma of these lines, her

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀—— 𝗝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝝝𝗡𝗘 ——

⠀all power demands sacrifice … and pain .

𝗝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝝝𝗡𝗘 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼. / 𝗝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝝝𝗡𝗘 / Vivid tableau sketched you between the now and then, like well-known folklore resounding beyond the confines of all antiquities. The unbidden chant

“But it was he who sat in its throne, ruling next to her as they watched the world burn in the chaos of their sovereignty.” KOL-

this is what i live for. the feeling of blood running over my hands.

Because every year with you has been the best experience of a life time. Whether it be big or small, words will never be enough to say thank you or to say that all that I feel has and will always be yours, because you are my reason, my universe, my everything. To know you is

Just enough madness to make them interesting .