Vóreios

My search for my lover lead me on a roam. The eyes meet the match met the ignite kept. A tiny flame of 'why' all the same. The aim the goal kept us on a roll until we were working at a lob. Íth became a job searching for his claim to fame. I was the same. In essence Íth was Job passing the ethics game becoming a metal worker working with a burning forge bellows fanning the flames a silver smithy all his own.