A pretty song from the complications of loving you, I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn’t it? This isn’t a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world… And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. And I say to my heart: Rave on… ~ Mary Oliver