when_you_return pilot I will accept that you have accepted the embrace, the lips, the breath of another. If you had given me all the water of heaven and sea, if you melted the snows of all mountains and the ice of all glaciers, nothing could quench the intensity of this love. I will accept the scorn of one who seeks another, one who waits until the rope has reached the end. I will accept the hole and the slow leak in my heart as you escape. And when it is that all means have exhausted that you return a prodigal I will accept the shape you take in my arms—knowing that only when we are close you love me. 061013 what's it to you? who go blather from