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“For you, I would
bring down the stars,
wreath their fire
around your neck
like diamonds,
and watch them
pulse
to the beat of your heart

For you, I would
capture the candlelight
in the palm of my hand
Give my breath
to give it life
A whisper,
'My love'
So that it may grow
Bright and hot
And burn me

For you, I would
drink the salted oceans
Until their depths
Were swallowed
into the depth of me
How deep it is, this life
This love, for you
I cannot touch bottom
I never will

For you, I would
mine the stony earth
Until it relinquished
The secrets of time
Cracks in the stone
wrinkles of the Earth
As she turns her face
to another new day
And so I wish to live
Every one of mine
With you

For you, I would
be myself
At long last
I would live in my skin
And breathe my words
in my own voice
Tinged with the accent
Of a child calling to a car
that will never stop
And in the fading echo
Nothing remains but the truth
of me
that is the love
of you

I have loved you with both
Hands tied behind my back
Bound with pen and ink
Paper and words
Sealed with someone else's name
until this moment
in which I am nothing
but a man
who loves a woman.
There is nothing left to say
Except to give
all of my heart
For you”
― Emma Scott, Bring Down the Stars