Love Letter 122 How I Make the Bed

I have written to you

over a hundred times

in this, virtual world

but

on my lips

the prayer of you

STAYS

forever

not measured by time,

or attempts

not counted on fingers, stars, quotients

not imagined

in nectars

so vast

even the nuance of flavors

cannot be imitated

but

forever

where 100

is not a number

and all the letters in all the universes

are mere

spittle

on the fit of an engine

where all my words

to you

like silent pens

pulling back their ego

so

I could

hear

the lips

I inherited

(by Light)

utter

(not argue)

for the foreverth time

how

You and Love

ARE THE SAME VIBRATION

I Love You

Your Beloved