An Afterword

If you would let me hold you

the nights would never be this cold.

If morning has its romance and midday has demands,

if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands.

If evening has its moments..

If you can keep a secret from me.

Then I can tell you thing that you'd not believe.

If I could write a letter and sign it with your blood

and send it with the truest of intentions my love,

if breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost.

The hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft.

If breathing was this easy'