a sunny beam

oh love i love you
do you love me may
i count the fucking
way?

or compare thy
pretty
poisons to a perfect
sunny day?

who would buy it
if one chose to be
sincere?

or pointed out the
truth that all of life
is quite unclear?

oh love i love thee
hate thee may i forgot
the ways to count?

or


 compare thee to a
mystery which still
haunts
in vast amounts.

nevermind...

(you are a sunny
beam.)