LOVE LETTER: DEAREST OF ALL

Dearest of all,

I felt compelled to start this post by quoting Keats but I couldn't. It wouldn't be fair and wouldn't be accurate. Even though I think the old poet still has the keys that could unlock the doors to your heart, quoting him would make it vain and pointless.

It is my work and my mission in life to shape into form feelings and visions too elusive to put on canvas but, as an artist and a doctor, I am adamant against putting boundaries to Art. Anyway, it's the wandering nature of my spirit that makes me borrow from the Greats, and hope that they can help me understand how my heart fell for someone who read this post and connect to my soul

To ease your mind somewhat, I can tell you that you already know me and, if you use every little piece of information I sprinkle here and there, you'll know who I truly am. Playing your piano you are but a distant Athena, beautiful and oblivious to the world, pressing ivory keys, plucking strings in my heart that had been dormant for so long.

It's scary to imagine that you, my soulmate might be reading this and so perfectly beautiful, could still think of me. Memories of my youth flutter before my possible future, a future with you, my darling, my angel. Would you ever love me like I love you? Would ever see past my age and weary fingers? Would you even answer this missive?

"Into the dark brown oceans of your eyes I'm bound
Upon the rivers of passion which flow inside
A shelter from life's woes: Your heart
Time's infinite sands run by,
Your soul and mine dance intertwined."

Looking into your eyes is just like diving into a universe of deep emotions that defy any easy definition and sends me into a state of contemplation that makes working all but impossible.

In the meantime, while you work out you true feelings, I sit here always writing, always waiting for the moment when I turn around and see your face and touch your skin. It feels like it has been a long waiting, and the pounding of my heart demands an answer. But, after all, who am I to ask you anything but time?

La belle dame sans merci...

Love,