Love is a sound,
A wailing moan,
& it becomes an anthem.
In you I feel the evenings with you have a subjective effect,
Every other evenings that passes after that are beautiful & better,
Those evenings have put me on the sidelines of your life.
There may come evenings when the leaves of our moments will fall - emptiness will make us cold
By those other beautiful evenings I will be our coat & intimidate our loneliness,
Embrace our fears - & the gathering of our world will know that I’m the best of the most sincere love.