Saturday, August 11, 2012
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER: DEAR LOVE...MY LONGING FOR YOU
Blindly we strolled the avenues of Longing.Through the cold velvet shadows of January Tranquility blooming Words floating softly on the breath of night Souls scattered like rose petals on the sacred steps of a campus chapel Our Lips touched and the moon shrouded in angel hair shivered with joy So gently we kissed slowly slowly sweetly caressing softly coaxing laying your body next to mine in the grass of a fig palm Under the blanket of night Awakened Ancient souls dancing and the angel hair moon shivered with joy.Like the desert misses the rain I miss you in my life like the prison loses its captives.I?m constantly losing my mind like the thread pierced through the needle. You penetrated through my heart like the river flows through the pathway. You flow everywhere in my heart like the deer pants for the water. My soul longs for your love like the body craves for pleasure. I crave for you with all my heart like the lonely longs for love. I long for your touch like the lion yearns for the jungle. I yearn for you every day and night like the darkness needs light. I need you by my side like an airplane needs wings. I need you in my life.Like a waxing moon in May, my love bloomed in that same way:Pollinated by lips embracing,Livened by emotions racing, a promise I shall now explain:That my full moon shall never wane. This love I have for you,defies questioning or reason.No, when... where... how much... or why,No special time or season. It's just there.A constant in my life of confusion.A constant that will never die,never need transfusion.I don't know from whence it sprung,just how it came to be,It just was... it just is... and will always be.To deny it - is futile,To ignore it - impossible,To wish away - a lie.Acknowledgment and respect is the only offering it will accept.And reward with a small measure of peace.So, I give up, I acquiesce, I concede to a higher and greater need.I breathe, I feel, I see, I touch, I bleed, I need...I LOVE YOU.I stare into the sky And see your image in the stars, Listen to the ocean and hear your voice, Then smell the flowers and recognise you scent, for you alter my reality.
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