Take care, my love:
this is a cold country, where the wind will whisper a story.
Such brutal beauty is beyond dispute.
And in the fear of silent nights
cold is tangible.
Only God knows why it's a cruel world.
But you are safe, my love.
No more grief, my love.
Come with me to my candy clouds where summer rain shimmers--
(not unlike Joy or imaginary light)
Stay inside the paper flowers in my fields of sun-comforted imaginary landscapes.
Linger under glittering purple stars
Lay down.
Stay awhile.
And always believe, my angel,
you have been loved.
taken from The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice, "You Have Been Loved" by George Michael, "Imaginary" by Evanescence, "Subzero letter" by Joanne de Longchamps
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