For tis all joy..for all love . For things that can only be seen through eyes of compassion.
Readers of life... .breeders of joy. Hold on..it can only get worse.. Till then, all is in play.
I love you..till when all is hopeless. My hand will be there. Hands of rough, course, in solitude.
In sight is where I'll be. In the sun is where you'll be. Cause they'll be in the shadows.
Looking, lurking, without cause. Without pause.