I’ll make my spirit a cloak for your spirit, my heart a home for your beauty, my breast a grave for your travails. I’ll love you the way fields love the spring, and live in you the way flowers live in the heat of the sun. I’ll hum your name the way the valley echoes pealing bells reverberating above the village churches. I’ll listen to the conversation of your soul the way the shore listens to the tales of the waves.
