I do.
I want him.
I love him.
I want to be his Heaven.
I want to be his Elysian Fields.
I want to be his Valhalla.
I worry I am not.
Let’s face it!
I am not those.
I am his Hell.
His Hades.
His Niflheim.
I fear my light is fading.
I fear the darkness may be consuming.
I am fading.
