I will tell you how the Sun rose,–a ribbon at a time. Oh, so long before this night I prayed that a star would guide you my way to share this special day with me. If I am allowed, may I touch your hand and if pleased may I once again? So that you too will understand there is a ribbon in the sky for our love. Let us learn to have the strength of confidence, the strength that will enable us to love forever in the aspiration for the better, and to return in act from the virtual World, but we require that aspiration. #Ryanphillippe 1 of 9

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels ran. The hills united their bonnets, the bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, that must have been the morning Sun. However, how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple stile which little yellow boys and girls were climbing all the while. Till when they reached the other side, a dominie in gray put gently up the evening bars, and led the flock away. This is not a coincidence and far more than a lucky chance, but what it is that was always meant. #RyanPhillippe 2 of 9

Is our ribbon in the sky for our love, love? We cannot lose with God on our side. We will find the strength in each tear we cry and from now on it will be you and I. The mountain sat upon the plain in his eternal chair, his observation omnifold, his inquest everywhere. The season prayed around his knees, like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, of the dawn the ancestor. I feel my heart beating, you make me feel like I am alive again. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 9

If I could give you the World, wrap it all around you, will not be satisfied with just a piece of this heart. My Angel, oh, my Angel. You are my Angel. Dreams are dreams, some dreams come true. I found a real dream, baby, when I found you. You are so strong, but tender too. You are my Angel. Love like ours is Heaven sent each day a day to remember. I feel so safe, feel so secure with you. You give me love, you keep right on giving. Apparently with no surprise to any happy flower, the frost beheads it at its play. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 9

The blond assassin passes on. The Sun proceeds unmoved to measure off another day for an approving God. On this long storm the rainbow rose, on this late morn the Sun; the clouds, like listless elephants, horizons straggled down. The birds rose smiling in their nests, the gales indeed were done; alas! How heedless were the eyes on whom the Summer shone! The quiet nonchalance of death no daybreak can bestir; the slow archangel’s syllables must awaken him. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 9

Safe in their alabaster chambers, untouched by morning and untouched by noon, sleep the meek members of the resurrection, rafter of satin, and roof stone. Light laughs the breeze castle of Sunshine; babbles the bee in a stolid ear; pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence,–ah, what sagacity perished here! Grand go the years in the crescent above them; Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row, Diadems drop and Doges surrender, soundless as dots on a disk of snow. #RyanPhillippe 6 of 9

I died for beauty, but was scarce adjusted in the tomb, when one who died for truth was lain in an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth,–the two are one; we are father and son,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, we talked between the rooms, until the moss had reached our lip, and covered up our names. Love the way we touch, I love the way it feels. Every time you are near me my poor hearts just will not keep still. #RyanPhillippe 7 of 9

No doubt about that this love I feel is real. Ask me to go with you, you know that I will. Hold me near, hold me tight because only you can make it real, only you can make it all right. Just let me know that I am special to you. You are my Angel, but this is going to take me down. You are so tall, handsome as hell. Say you will remember me, say you will see me again, even if it is just in your wildest dreams that I have. Look back on time with kindly eyes, this is getting good now. #RyanPhillippe 8 of 9

Say you will remember me staring at the Sun. He doubtless did his best; how softly sinks his trembling Sun. In human nature’s west. I like a look of agony, because I know it is true; men do not sham convulsion, nor stimulate a throne. The eyes glaze once, and that is death. Impossible to feign the beads upon the forehead by homely anguish strung.  My longing for you is like the lush leaves, upon each of which is written the love sincere and plain. Can we, can we, be each other’s company? I will love you over and over again, I will not leave you, and I will be true. Just put your heart in my hands, I promise it will not get broke. I love you.  #RyanPhillippe 9 of 9

Matthew Ryan Harris