Marissa,

In case it isn't crystal-clear: I am so utterly in love with you, that nothing else really makes any sense.  I write this music because it is all I can do; fiction has flown away on sad wings, for it had been my only companion as I longed each day.

But my words didn't seem to make enough difference, and so I dug inside myself and searched for something that could help bring me some success in your reacting-to and speaking-of, if not directly to me.  Apparently it has been that success.

I {desire + long + need + want} you physically present in my life; to have a life with you.
Being admired by you is insufficient, but I dare not place a duration on its insufficiency, rather, lament that the savour of the dish I do possess simply is less than what it should be.

I do not want less of you, Love.

I will even suffer scorn...

But not less.

❤

The runner resumes her course,

and,

You are not a soulless creature, unfeeling

Look to the Cups: That is Water

❤