Give me longevity of companionship. An affair with love that would tangle me up like twine run wild. A love hot and burning.. like blacktop in the middle of southern summer. A love that would decimate the battle of attrition that has been fought for so long. A love so pure that even cotton would be jealous at the shade. A deepening connection as if an endless spiral staircase leading down into the sweet nothings of the never-never. A union complete and everlasting as the tides, constantly ebbing; and flowing. A love as profound as is sweet; nectar to the honeybee freely given by the honeysuckle. Where no shackles or chains would bind and deprive, but rather full of overgrown vines tangled amidst the jungle, running unhindered through the vast utopia of uninhibited lands.













