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.