For My Love, For Becca; From Your Love, From Your Love

Would Sappho hear my pleading prayer, heed my desperate plea to do poetic justice to that love that she knew so well, so long ago. I look to the sky for help, but she looks back, needing nothing at all—mum.. Quiet.. Perfect, like you, Becca, if your lover tell it. The gay love I have known would be called happily antique in its useage or existed beyond my bounds, staved from me by a thin glass, visible to see, but away from me nonetheless But some slogans ring true: love is love—and with this revelation, allow me to translate the truest song on today's wind: Becca, you are loved, you are loved, you are loved, love itself in love with Becca, her beautiful love love love!