Saturday, March 16, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER: PLEASE BE MINE...DEAREST LOVE

I love having someone to love. I love having that love reciprocated. I would walk barefoot for hours, and hours, through thunderstorms, on a path of shattered glass just to see that smile. The glint in those eyes when they catch mine. That scintillating voice. The warmth of those arms wrapped around me. Everything. All of it. It’s ineffable.

My pen is too shy and apprehensive to write what my mind really thinks of you. I want to tell you everything, but I’m afraid of vulnerability. So, you can know this instead. I do think of you, I do want to tell you, I’m just not quite ready to let you know everything yet.

Take me to the place I’ve been dreaming of
Where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonely
And they whisper, just very softly
“Please be mine, Dearest Love”

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