There is an object close to my love
It is the memory of love
And the object of its presence
There is an object close to my love
It stays there, closing in on the closed up of Love’s unchange
It does not love, it is love
It is love, it is not Love
Love that could not be, this is the object of love
The form of the impossible form of Love.
It is the promise of love
The lowercase intention of uppercase Love
That will be broken, broken off
The unbreakable Love
It will be the forgotten object, the unmade object
It will be the unintended love
Love’s uncased lowest object.
There is an object close to the love of Love
It is the object difference of the impermanent things
Inspired by an unspeakable meaning
A person who has been at work in the sunlight.
A beach State 