the words that describe the way She’s framed tended with loving affirmations
petals age every passing october
endless and endless ties of conversation
love encapsulated in its seeds of saturation

Cathedrals are the product of the devotion of thousands. As I stand there, my grandfather tells me of a man, then his son, and then his son’s son, who all worked on the gargantuan mosaic that now splashes across the ceiling.