(Untitled) pt. VII

"You are substituent to my being. You covers all dreams into something more real. You hid shadows to things when sun rises so high. Somewhere in flowers beads, you spill a bit of honey spread. Oh darling, you are binary. I am afraid that you are contemporary. No one understand you, but everyone claimed it so. Well, I love to unlove you. I hope you do it as well. Eventhough, we know that we have no capability to do so."