They’re talking about mattering when mattering needn’t have mattered at all, though. They’re talking about miracles asking to have happened.. even if, and w-h-e-n, the pen assumes AGAIN an upSTANDING
And asks for her(barely audible) hand back: as dutiFULLY divulgent and deliverable as ANY Artist’s MAGNIFICENT ImAgInAtIon shall.. gather, grasp AND GASP(!) at
Our hidden and utterly unashamed sense of wishing OUTLOUD(!!) for someone, ANYONE, anyWHERE at all(!!)…
to make these cherished memories of Ours crash, ClAsH and InesCAPABLY C-o-l-l-I-d-e—!!
Whilst our eyes smile and our faces cry and our MiNdS wAnDeR and w-i-d-e-n—
With that unforgettable SENSE of momentary and ALL-COURTESY-of-her TwIstEd and kissed bliss, with.. a CAPITAL… “WE!”
This is Holy Heaven heaving Atop of
Our delightfully AnTAgoNised SouLs