Sometimes life swallows me in splendor simultaneously within gloom Water spills from my eyes beginning at the fulfilling beauty of a sacred path Love pours out to recycle in return Waves transpire bursting from the seams Seams non being for reason disallows I have space, therefore it is held words do not come yet outline of experience speaks volumes However always you are seen you are received you are cherished You are mine And I am yours Although the indicated is not real because we own no one we own nothing at all Here, we are for each other My breath continues to yours While yours births mine