Written by the heart.

Bordered like a book while the tale of love still writes in prayer, I see you love standing there, At the gates with arms outstretched and composed, like a musical I've yet to hear or know, and you run to me in dreams that only the night would recollect in truths fast hold For always my dear, I love when I'm old, and times goes on with sweet adoration in the wims of a lullaby I hear so often to sleep And the distance caused my heart much sorrow, yet only holy eyes would keep, a watching view on the both of us now, in the fragments of time in this verse or page Like some grand production upon the stage, and the spotlight shines upon your face, a concert of angels accompanied by my faith, to not overwhelm but keep you safe In this trying time of placements peace, the veils shift and the virus cease, and so our love United again In a victorious end, where beginnings start, in the book of love , written by the heart.