Love is my darling. Forever I keep love with me. I keep love, tenderly, roughly. Love is everywhere: under my skin, between my hands, it's there to whisper me how I am able to be alive for a long, long time. Love is the tender touches I kept close to my skin. The flaws and all between the loud sounds among the hustle and bustle of all. Love is the only thing I have to keep me alive. If I have none, if I don't have love, then I have nothing. Love, love, love,