Frances' Foe
Joy and sorrow mix in marrow once you need to borrow bones.
I need to borrow your ear for a few minutes to clear the words of cynics and my fear.
Simply put: I've never felt this way before.
More painfully: I've tried to write all the tells but no metaphors or lines have fell.
Ultimately: I love you, I need you...
Truthfully: I promise you