Eternity.
Every moment with you feels ancient.
Your eyes are older and younger than mine.
I don’t question my heart any longer.
There is far too much that fills me.
Every chamber is overflowing and you bring me more love.
You bring me more love.
How can I cry for too much? I cry for beauty.
I’m weeping because you make me softer.
Now I feel the pressure inside the vessels and the thick weight of all the invisible magic that’s staring at me all the time.
It’s too much beauty.
I’m strong enough for it all.