Love with Sight

Miserable and alone I’ve been wandering in and out of hearts looking to find a home. I’ve performed all the pleasantries for which sick people seek and knowledge at last I have that such table etiquette was mere want of soul but knowledge like this may in fact be light but its far from food for a pang-ridden heart needs love to live not just sight. For what is sight without love but a passing glance that offers plenty from afar. Love with sight now there’s a parachute that works. Love with sight now there’s a pillow upon which to find rest. Love with sight now there’s a casket without fright because its airtight and I will live forever because the Breath of my lover is mine even there in that casket. Ah! Love with Sight.