Trace Love

[Group portrait + multiple shots + if line] Love is an unfinished line of poetry in the morning light Sweet brewing between eyelash fences Two stars collide in Misty Ranch All the buds are shaking Love is a lie shaking in a glass cup Half a cup of moonlight and half a cup of icing sugar We once translated the first appearance with a kiss Planting between the collarbones will not thank you for the spring sunshine Later The north wind stole the greenhouse seal Unsent letters learn to wander in the fireplace Now my chest is sleeping with broken mirrors and oceans Each wave is engraved with dim starlight The vows that died young are still looking up at the window gently Look gently into the distance