As others predicted, it is.

I’ll guard this dark sweetness with all unspoken mights of jealousy

From the burning mark of past in which it was not mine

 .

Through to our brightly lit Manhattan flat

That we call future

 .

That I will trade empires for you

Is a given, as much as

A song I sing to touch your hesitant lips

The glory of your laughter

Is worth

 .

Nothing that I can put in words

Incapacitated willing

Sometimes

A scattered letter

That perhaps

Can mean a fraction

Of the feast

That you make of my lived world

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