🌸Anna✨️

It was April 24th, St. Mark’s Eve. ✨

Gangsey💚🌿👑

I find myself cursing at the weakness of words,

Not one of them sufficient in their task,

The story with pictures is a similar one,

And don't even get me started on gifts,

Indeed I've found it impossible,

The task of conveying the depth of my emotion,

Save for me ripping my beating heart from my chest,

There is little I can do to prove it's existence,

It is then that I find myself resorting to the simplest tool,

A measurement in time,

For three years I have known you,

Yet I've loved you for a lifetime,

If the sun stopped shining light would still not leave me,

And if hell froze over I would nary feel it's chill,

To love you is to find love in everything,

And bring neither purpose nor reason,

But joy into the struggle we dub life,

I adore you more than I could ever convey,

So I must leave pieces of it in every thing I make,

Everything I do,

And every breath I take instead,