Before the window closes, while the sun emerges, I will think of you. After the window closes and night consumes the sky, I will dream of you. Before you return to me within the capsule of endless time, I will wait for you, As you journey on your quest, I will pray for you. When you reach your destination I will long for you. When you face endless fears, I will become strength and devour hopelessness for you, When infinite trials attempt to control you, I will fight constantly and console you. When we meet in the next world I will know you. Now that our love has combined, I belong to you...eternal ecstasy love you warm lips pressed against my own tumbling so far into this fantastic web of love my heart beats fast- faster still when your arms envelop my body holding so tight as if trying to melt us into one being one existence one lifetime together I love you. When you wake up tomorrow, know i am thinking about you at the very moment For you are always on my mind and in my heart. When you wake up tomorrow, know that someone longs for your sweet and tender touch. When you wake up tomorrow feel rejoice and energy just to know that someone cares as much for you as I do.
Lost love letters...lost to the rolling blue sea of early morning seashells of late evening driftwood whenever waves roll high upon sand dunes or bring forth new sand at low tides recession, whenever the sea rolls... I think I love you. Your memories echo in the seashells-you love splashes back at me on the rolling whitecaps all day long while at sea and disappear each night as the white foam washes back out to sea. Or just at home, on a shelf, one seashell echoes- I love you a thousand echoes roll I love you. I'm a long way from the sea now, will you listen for me- while they wash in and wash back out again? ...the seashells roll. In all my years of sensual touch, I never longed to hold so much. I could not imagine the joy it brings, The way it feels and the songs I sing. Each time we greet at the door, I quickly reach to hold you more.d whether at home or out at night, I'm always reaching to hold you tight. When I'm wrapped all around you, I can feel the way you squeeze me too. And the warmth of your body next to mine,makes the cloudiest day full of sunshine. To express in words the way it feels. Who really cares, and what's the big deal? A feeling that I just can't explain, Except to say, to you, I'll remain. When holding you in my arms,I realize I've fallen to all your charm. Yet, feeling comfortable as one can be, I gladly want the world to see.How can I express my love for you, My love is unconditional, yes, it's true, Words cannot begin to express, The way I would carress, Your body so wonderfully. If I lost my eyes and could not see, would I still see you, so lovely, Yes, indeed, undoubtedly, for nothing is quite as heavenly, as the thought of you with me. Your love for me, is it there, Do I have the key, to unlock your feelings for me? Is there a possibility, the question I ask of thee, is there more for me, Than which I query? Could anyone love you, as much as I do, Could anyone feel for you, the way that do? Would anyone treat you, the way I want to, would anyone try, To make you cry,Out in happiness? I love you deeply, Madlly and truly, but can that express, My feelings fully? Can I find the key,to unlock your heart for me, all I can do is hope, but what is hope, A slim- "maybe"? Does your heart have a place for me, a well kept secret from society, a very warm place without agony,a place for a you and a place for a me? A time to live and a time to die...I ask of you but not a lie, is there a piece of you, That could love me? I only want happiness,for you and for me,will this ever be, or is it just a possibility,for you, and a dream for me?There are no words to describe the burning of a heart exploding inside the heart of another. It is arranged by God, and we heed the call, as if we had a choice to turn the other way. If we do turn away, it will haunt us in whispers, in visions,we can never be free. Follow me, they call in silent gestures, recognized only by those that need to follow. The knock we hear is on heaven's door, the light we see is in a lover's eye. But we decide (or do we?) to look and be blinded, or turn away and walk into the cold winter's heart
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