THOUGHTS: MY SOUL'S AFFECTION

She was a prism of the night of rainbows cast from moonlit skies, and through the snowfall, cold and white,her beauty made red roses rise to bloom amid the winter light and warm the fire of weary eyes. By stunning gown or splendid dress, each proudly sewn with skill and grace, her inner charm did she express, Adorned with ribbons, flowers, and lace, while bonnet, bow, and silken tress surround her kind and lovely face. Within that gown and through that snow, so playful, yet, so elegant, the threads that shine, the buds that grow, the spectrum of her warmth present, while mirth and graceful dance bestow her gift of sweet red roses scent.As I lie awake and alone deep into the night as I gaze upon these barren walls and listen to the dark silence

I find myself longing for your sweet voice. Pictures of your beautiful smile flash through my mind. I find the moon to be brighter and the days to be longer. To sleep is a triathalon of feats trivial to some, yet large obstacles to me. Peace of mind I do not achieve until I have heard your angelic laugh. When you enter the room a luscious aroma follows. A calm comes over me that is felt deep in my soul.My urge to sweep you off your feet and into my arms is so strong ...Every muscle contracts to keep from doing so. Once again, my embarassment and fear there of restrains me from acting on my impulses.Oh, how I long to taste your lips....those beautiful red lips. Words can not describe how I wish to embrace you. Is there a chance for us? Can I ever be the lucky man? These are the questions that haunt...my ever so passionate heart. My only intentions withheld are to have the chance to make you happy! Will you give me this chance? And ever still, the answer scares me for rejection would be pain but the loss of your wonderful friendship unbearable. Afraid of the discomfort my feelings may cause I again withhold, but I can no longer hold them to myself. They must be expressed.The essence of love is on your lips....Spring in the air....flowers bloom ....love so sincere, So luscious fondles and corrupts my soul's affection such an extravagant, bold, devoted, delectable love takes over the galaxy.So many promises-my heart was traced, The ink of Love-that's been erased.Scribbles and errors-and all the mistakes...Evidence shown-of the pain Love makes. Then you come along-your letters so clear. The ink of Love-to no longer fear.You color my heart-the scars all gone...Disappeared by all-the Beauty you've drawn. You trace my heart-with your fingertip. You caress it's life-in your gentle grip. I open the door-you're invited to sign....Just write your name-on the sacred line. So warm and whole-and looks, brand new Beautiful by-the signature of you. I read the Writing-between the lines..The ink of Love-from you, now, shines. Engraved so deep-I cherish the writing..No longer afraid-no longer fighting. The ink from your pen-so true and real. The branding of Love-I sweetly feel. For your ink only-my heart's inviting..I expose my heart-and feel the Writing.