Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: Yours is the darkness of my soul’s return. You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. - e.e. cummingsI spent the day sitting in Parque Rodo thinking about love. This poem kept popping into my mind, so I drew a little excerpt from it. It embodies the way I want to love and be loved in this lifetime.Drawn in my Baronfig Confidant sketchbook.