Saturday, August 18, 2012

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER

dearest one,
here, I write a letter of my love to you,
postmarked from my heart to yours. . .
-perhaps you never knew
but every time you came my way
I swear I could feel the gentle sway
of the magical breeze --
surrounding me, enclosing me
the world would vanish from my view
leaving only the two of us, face to face
with endless love inside my heart
I wish to take you into my arms
and wrap your warmth around me
for all of sweet eternity. . .
-when I look into your alluring eyes,
I swear I can see the bottom of the sea
all the buried treasures of the deep
the undying love of past, the rusted chains;
the porpoises and the mysterious narwhals,
their silent calls and lovely melodies
singing my lips to yours so sweet. . .
in your eyes, I see the reflection
of things only love can mention. . .
and in your eyes, I want to get lost,
become one with you, no matter what the cost. . .
-when I go to bed each night,
I dream of your body next to mine
quiver with lust as I hold you tight.
I swear I think of you all the time,
there?s never a moment
when you don?t cross my mind.
you may never realize just how much
I ache to feel your touch. . .
I yearn so much to feel your hand
clasped with mine. . .
I want to dance with you on the beach sand,
wrestle you on verdant meadows
hold you under velvet night skies. . .
for all of tender eternity, I want you to be my woman.
-no matter how the weather may change,
from clear sunshine to stormy thunder and rain,
you can always find me grinning ridiculously,
because sweet, sweet memories of you and me
are all I really need to show me -- to assure
that feeling I feel so deeply within me,
I love you so much. . .
this poem would never contain enough --
this page could never hold all the things I want to say:
how much I love, need and want you -- deeply, passionately. . .
I wish and hope with all my soul
that deep inside, you, too, feel the same way about me.
don?t ever leave, don?t ever go. . .
I love you more than what words can show.
-with tender affections, the sender.

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