Thursday, August 2, 2012

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: MY DEAREST LOVE

My dearest Love,
Today the sun has graced me with its presence and upon my waking, you my love have graced my thoughts. Surrounded by elegant tall grass I am convinced that the wild is beauty. Each blade sways to the song of this wind, validating its very own existence. Perhaps one day I will be a single blade of tall grass, wild and free, dancing to the song of your wind that kisses my being. To be one with nature is to love, and to me...to be one with nature is to be one with you, giving birth to a dissipation of the thousands of miles between us.

If only I was capable of grasping this single moment, keeping it present always, safe in the right palm of my hand, holding the lines of my life. From my palm to my heart you grow to become closer to my being. Never forgetting that which you define yourself to be, and I never altering mind. Together simply, living as that of the single blade of tall grass, wild and free, dancing to the wind's song.

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