From Ingrid, to Pelä, my Love

Pelä, my flowering heart's bl- oom, the theme in my stars, the only rose I've ever known, and every other unsober sobriquet I can devise from the empty bo- ttle of this red wine, bled dry as I feel when I dwell on the slightest cloud hanging between your life-giving eyes and mine, beginning to flood like the ent ire world in that one story, be fore rainbows filled the skies, the way this promise echoes, constantly,in my mind, just waiting like a forever-flame to kiss the air and kiss the air for all hours and all time: I Love You Pelä, I Love You Pelä, I Love You Pelä my love, on all flowers and stars I swea r I Love You with my entire bo- dy and mind and we're gonna be alright, on my heart I promise!