Bring Down the Stars

With you

For you, I would

be myself

At long last

I would live in my skin

And breathe my words

in my own voice

Tinged with the accent

Of a child calling to a car

that will never stop

And in the fading echo

Nothing remains but the truth

of me

that is the love

of you

I have loved you with both

Hands tied behind my back

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; Bound with pen and ink

Paper and words

Sealed with someone else’s name

until this moment

in which I am nothing

but a man

who loves a woman.

There is nothing left to say

Except to give

all of my heart

For you

End Book I