05: To my past and future love.

What more... can i ask for.. than what i'm given.

A realization of treasure to guard, it's found.

Tear off you the skin of a dragon, it's facetous fabric, it's blood sizz'ling.

Now drawn in the art of the driven and here's the account; "I never forget", neither do I.

And as you carry around; ..the soul that called you the most beautiful thing.., is what 'your heart is held by.

What more.. can i ask for.. than ladybug trust.

As taken along to crawl through the foilage, then we are hidden.

Carefully brushed past persistent basil, it's tail poëm portrait, a word petrifying.

We do what we overtly must; for the living.. and here's the account; "I'm but a scout", hope that you'll try.

And as you pass one last time; ..the soul that called you the most beautiful thing.., is what 'your heart is held by.