manuel of la brea

72

aspects and degrees

two worlds apart, we still found a way.

worth every mile of my heart, you say.

for hours and hours, we traveled the seas.

you mark aspects; i count your degrees

just to see you wearing my sweater,

while answering those modules better.

i thought the flood would ruin our day,

but we found each other and we stayed.

amongst the rain and that muddy mess,

we stuck together, never missed the test.

‘till now that day was so magical;

never casted the spell but special.