Would you meet me at midnight? Amore Mio. In the Green Forests of The Great In-Between. If I lit a fire to guide you after I invited you. To sit and just talk about all the Mysteries of Life, over ice. Like The Trinity of Happiness, Sadness, and Madness. The three things involved in all things. Things that could then turn into something that could be so nice. And then to count the flashing stars, shimmering from afar. While listening to real Country Music, played on real guitars, not the new music played by AI. An extension of the fallen Morning Star. For within this invitation, to Night of a Thousand Stars, in sight. Our first topic of conversation would be that night. As we looked at Heaven's Endless Door, with wonder. Does true love even exist and live forevermore? And is there a chance for us, my Amore Mio? To walk upon its heavenly shore.
