My universe of great nostalgic world-weariness

The trust That makes me stronger

A tapestry you weave for me

Wrapped in intimacy and admiration

As shelter from the storm

And with each passing tide

You run fingers through my soul

As the ocean’s shore wavers back and forth

You are the gentle flow

That ripples with exploration

Cascading within my resiliency In the stillness of a quiet solace

Or the banter of the crashing waves

My Northern star

Emerging with no distance

And no time for it matters not

Saturated and fears cast off

HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC — “In Bed: The Kiss” (1892)

“The painting is admired for its ability to render a deep connection between the couple, who appear oblivious to their painter, and impervious to the judgments that might be cast upon them by their society if their relationship were exposed. They seem utterly absorbed in one another, and the viewer has the sense that in the instant captured by Toulouse-Lautrec, they have no concerns besides the moment they are sharing together.” "I cannot love a maid. I cannot be with a maid. I cannot think of a maid every waking hour, longing for a life with her, and yet...you have taken possession of me. Shot me back to life. Turned me from someone who could not sit still for a moment to one who wishes to be in one single place: beside you, for as long as I might live...You're the person I've been searching for all my life. I love you. I love you. I love you."