I will keep this part open,

this heart of kinds least lovely,

open every morning and when called at night,

I'll keep this part bleeding and this part closed,

I'll know these drops now drip into my later ocean,

later and now, later and now an ow,

and what is highest,

what is his- and what is this- and what is -

happiness will be what's noblest,

will be what's most needed and most precious.

And he'll scoff and he'll growl

and attach goofs in moving picture puns,

and he'll dismiss and he'll reject,

and maybe he'll remember and reconnect,

but he'll be right and I'll be too,

and yet we'll choose different paths,

before I break this barricade around our paradise,

let me enter you again with this:

With this changed wall I will make myself worthy,

of this love we've grown together.