May 4th, 1943

I looked at my love from afar.

The bird has hit the ceiling.

Michelangelo blessed him painter hands that will be inviting to every crease on my body.

I was his last supper and he shall feast on my enriches.

My soy and nectar will give him power to go on.

The olive tree I planted on his soul shall bring him peace and protection on the battlefield. — Drew Skyland

* To my past lover. I wil always love you. Whether you marry a man or woman, I wil always support you. You stole my first kiss and my heart. Time will go forward and so will our lives, but never our thoughts. Happy Valentines Day.