ADORE

by M.James Cooper 

Adore the complicatedness, I do.

The messy afterness of living through pain, the laughter that falls from within like hurt turned to gold.

Adore the forces of will and the intent of forgiveness. I want your everthings and your anythings. As long as I have you I will never wither, I will never wane, and it seems I could live forever.