Dear John,
In a world where love and wrath collide,
there is still hope for us. My love
comes slowly and softly in whispers
taking its time to be known to you.
Your love comes tenderly in slow
frequent heartbeats that are hallucinations.
If daydreams could last forever, there
would be nomore night. If daydreams could
last forever, there would be no need for you
to fear me and I wouldn't have to keep my love
for you a secret. One day everything will pass
away, but my love for you will never die. In a
world where love and wrath collide, grace and
mercy will be able to hold us together like a
neverending embrace.