As I am a fool, I am sure to be foolish again

my ever-prideful cheek warns you now of its willfulness

but

atom of my atom

eternity of my eternity

I promise you this

the panicked flush of man’s fear of being alone

is not a burden you possess

for you are the most cherished sense of my senses

and there is no disaster or misfortune from man or from God

where your fingertips cannot find mine

it is the only gift I have to give you

but it is yours

sealed with every pain and joy my heart ever had

with forever love, signed

your prideful, foolish girl

~written by the owner of this blog~