I'd Like To Find My True Love

Solidarity in a world of diaspora. Just us, alone, away, unconcerned with trifles, for what need bother us that we can't burn in passion? What can I gripe about that isn't negated by your wonder and my luck? So in sync the words in your eyes need not be spoken and the time we spend writing together is the best of our lives. So wonderful that all the beauty of life, earth, and space is perceivable through one human being...yet not a perfect one. So imperfect in ways that you might just be the closest thing to perfect I'll ever hold.