The profoundest distances are never geographical. I have always loved the gaps and the spaces between things, as much as the things.
The truth is, I think of you often. And I wanted to tell you that I'm not afraid of being moved anymore;
not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental with nothing but the hopes of seeing you again
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.