An Afterword

If you would let me hold you The nights would never be this cold If morning has its romance and midday has demands If I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands If evening has its moments... If you can keep a secret from me Then I can tell you things that you'd not believe If I could write a letter and sign it with your blood And send it with the truest of intentions my love If breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost To hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft If breathing was this easy...