If art - is the expression of self, and self an amalgamation of ambient forces, Then my art, love, is the expression of you.
Similarly, if faith - is the creation of realities, and reality an inquiry of perception, Then my faith, honey, proves you my cynosure.
And if life - is the confluence of choices, and choices the playthings of proclivity, Then my life, baby, is an enchanted pawn of your possession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem