Tuesday, December 31, 2013

LOVE LETTER: I LOVE YOU TOO

Every detail about her is intoxicating.I cannot savor just one piece. I must devour her as a whole.The radiance of her smile.The strength of her intelligence. The riveting power of her touch.I become weak in her presence. Her silent strength deafens me.Her emotional weakness cripples for every moment of physical touch sends me into an inner frenzy.She is what I have sought.My entire self-indulgent life. She absorbs me like the rain that becomes life in the dry heat. I want to lay you down in some little place, Listen to your song. Listen to the way your soul speaks,The way your heart sings. I want to be the one, who watches as you compose it,as you let it be written.I want to be the one, who sits through the  rehearsals, The one who knows you nailed it on the first try.I want to be the one to take you there, The one to hear it for the first time.I want to see your mouth breath life to it, Your lungs expel it out to the world. I want to be the one who soaks it all in, The one who hum’s the tune. I want to be the one who it’s directed to,The one who cries afterward because I know it’s true. Listen to your song.Listen to the way your soul speaks and say, “I love you, too”

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