Pepper's blog: "words in prose"

My precious lover, thy who cares

come unto me, crashing down.

To know when I speak to you,

Bright sunlight shines all around.

For you that gives and expects nothing,

The one I have yet to physically touch.

I stand beside you when your clouds are grey,

and the storms brew all around you.

Souls, still, in touching through space,

through the very distance that keeps us apart.

How can I explain this, my sweet

Without going into such length?

For when you are weak and worn,

Look to me for the strength you need.

I give to you my friendship,

not much but still a love so honest.

Once we meet and see each's face,

the clouds shall break with randiance and light.