A person who brings about my jubilee,is the one I found in the oddest way. It was there then she told to me,"For the love I miss is uncertain,the love you give is to me." Never letting go I wish to see,to her, my sweet jubilee.I see my star with her provide,maybe someday they may allign? I miss a place for her touch,for her eyes,for her skin,for her lust.For now we stay below the surface,to smile and know that oneday,this is something said in a blush. "Dear you, dear me, I see it,my loving jubilee,a future, a breath a scar.A final chapter never written, because it's only out to start. Til morning, or duskthrough storms of tears or days of lust,through eyes seeming red,with intent of hate and you being dead,stand tall in the storm,smile with me once more.