Sunday, March 17, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER: I LOVE YOU

Dearest Love,

I've never kissed you in Times Square on New Years.
We've never ridden a Gondola down the Venetian canals.
We've yet to stand in the brilliant glow of the lights from the Eiffel tower.
We've never tangoed in a Spanish Square.
I've never run to you across the airport terminal to jump into your arms,
And you've never named a star after me.
But you are the one who brings hope to my New Year.
You are the one who carries me through troubled waters.
You are my light in the darkness.
You are the dance that beats in my heart.
You are my home each time we embrace,
And I want to be with you past the stars, beyond the galaxies,
And into eternity.


I truly believe we were meant to be, you and me.
I was yours from the moment our eyes first locked. Like a bolt of lightening you struck my heart. Time cannot fade that precious memory. With every beat of my heart I want you more


It is with unrequited love that I write this letter. Love to you, my dear, must be expressed in an abundance of words and alliterations. For you, my dear, are the personification of love; and a women without words can be likened to a man's without clothes 
I beg you to indulge me in your lust as I put forth my humble weakness of words to embolden to sway your heart.

My Little Dove,I miss the quickening of your heart and the fluttering of your eyelids. As my arms firmly embrace your flesh, I remember how they rest so perfectly on your little waist and luscious hips.I close my eyes and draw you close savoring the quickening of our spirits... Then afterwards, I delight in your perfumed scent like a royal rose beckoning me back to your bosom. I now bury myself in my pillow, missing you, missing the fragrance of your love. Return to me, and I promise you words always. No longer will I just bring you flowers, but I will say, "How can I compare thee to a summer's day?" No longer will we just dine out, but we will feast and gorge ourselves on each other. You will always be my favorite repast. No longer will we just walk together, but we will stroll engaging in conversational tidbits of ourselves like morsels of chocolate and petitfores.

I promise to protect you, my dove. I have the wings of a mighty angel to shield you and hide you from the strife of life. I will provide for you. The bounty of the earth will be yours; you will want for nothing. I will be a loyal lover all of my life or you may pluck out my eyes for I only have eyes for you.

I love you
From the depths of my heart
Every fiber of my being
I love you
I would gift wrap my soul
And place it at your feet
I would surrender to you
My every possession
If faced with losing a limb,
Or losing you
I would be a cripple
The rest of my life
Just to keep you
Instead I am merely
An emotional cripple,
For I ache to possess you
As you have captured me
Helplessly pining for you,
I wait for the day
When your name
Is but a distant memory
But, meanwhile...
I love you.


Words can not express the love I'll always have for you, but on these pages my heart I give to you, my soul eternally yours. Each corner of my mind echoes your loving voice and gentle laugh constantly when you are afar and my eyes long to see you and only you.



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