Musings

The places he goes, he must go alone. 

His sidewalk a staircase that leads to a house in the trees where his love and tenderness lie. 

He must fetch it for her.

His beauty, his pride.

But she cannot follow him to the tops of the trees where his little house lies.

So, he kisses her one last time and she blossoms for him, her incarnation complete.

Their love is pure, eternally sweet.