[14] - monday's child.

「 for elise. 」

best of wives and best of women, ᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴘᴀ ꜱᴏᴏ, 00.00

my little shakespeare,

my life and my song;

the muse i hold so dear,

to whom my heart belongs.

i find you in my dreams,

chasing you through memories.

you hold me together, it seems,

just as how it's meant to be.

you hold summer in your smile,

autumn in your eyes;

your silver tears once ran the nile,

but in you again the sun will rise.

no one else can love you like i do,

for there has never been no other.

my sweet elise, i will always treasure you,

more than any of the world's greatest lovers.

to give love, one must keep her own cup full,

prizing one's own more than a trophy on a shelf.

call me a madwoman, call me a fool;

but this love letter is to none other than myself.