Sylvia - 1

Sylvia.

I love you so much.

But there's nothing I can do. I want you to be loved, and secure in my arms, in the arms of someone who loves you.

I know that mad, wild, passion. That passion of same, the magic that is poetry, that is of meeting someone you didn't know, along the street, who was singing the same song as you were at the time.

How many times can it happen? I know,

-only once.