My barrenness. Sam’s solitude.

And all his patience now presumes. 

Luster of Spring’s Sacred Brood. 

By you, ever sixteen, this World’s reserved. 

By you, this World has everything left to lose. 

And I, your sentry of ice, shall allways protect

what your Joy so terrifyingly elects. 

I’ll destroy no World

so long it keeps turning with scurry & blush,

fledgling & charms beading with dews,

and allways our rush returning renewed. 

Everyone betrays the Dream

but who cares for it? O Sam no,

I could never walk away from you. 

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Solitude. Hailey’s bare feet.

And all her patience now assumes.

Garland of Spring’s Sacred Bloom.

By you, ever sixteen, this World’s preserved.

By you, this World has everything left to lose. 

And I, your sentry of ice, shall allways protect

what your Joy so dangerously resumes. 

I’ll destroy no World

so long it keeps turning with flurry & gush,

petals & stems bending and lush,

and allways our hushes returning anew.

Everyone betrays the Dream

but who cares for it? O Hailey no,

I could never walk away from you.