Monday, November 18, 2013

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: MY LOVE

My Love, adoring angel, who was sent from above.I would give you anything and everything that I hold dear for something to assure me that you'll always be near. You see, it was not your looks that captured my heart. My shallowness you mistook for I loved you from the start. Just as these words form a feeling of mine. I yearn to be with you, anywhere, anyplace ...everywhere, every time. It is that very thing which holds our relationship true...TIME...The best gift that I could give you. Besides the love and beyond the romance, the most satisfying moment was when our eyes met at first glance. Those eyes that sparkle like the morning dew.You are the one. The thought I let replicate in pleasure. The droplet of softness reaching for me through all time involved with much pain distraught and slowly closing inside.. You've been the only one who I've ever believed could bring me the vast oil-painting of the sky to forever give me the feeling I've been searching for without ever having the joy of swirling in it. A feeling  even i don't know exists until you show itself to me. You are the one the gentle emotion that had long ago settled in me. An image that could never be shaken loose from the ends of this heart.I know it's you who will mend the wrongs the agonies plaintively mourning in my scars. You are the one..The taste of heaven lies upon your lips. I feel it with my trembling fingertips. You touch my lips and grant my wish. I'm engulfed in a pool, your pool, our pool of love. It surrounds me with a cool, calm and comforting feeling. That makes me want to surrender to it all.

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