It couldn't have been different.
It is what it is and could not have been different.
You are my love and I yours. I could speak your names but to what end? I write this not to you but for you.Since I am of the hoi polloiI must speak to them as you deign not to. I speak to them of love, far beyond and yet within the flesh they celebrate;our love is so pure, even within its bawdy lust full of moans, gasps and dirty sheets.We are distant in space yet ever present in time. There are days, no, moments within d...