My sweet and fair lady,
I write to you, not to tell you what I am seeing so far from you, but rather about the things that I don't see. I need to get this off my heavy heart. Since the day I saw you, I knew i would never be the same. You changed my point of view, changed the way I thought about love. Love such an easy flowing word; love the whore of all words, the one that is so often abused without a care or a second thought. Love, a feeling that I had forgotten so long ago, now the feeling embraces me, nearly choking me. I will not try to get rid of this feeling, for you see my lady, I owe this powerful feeling to you. Every night, I dream of your silky lagoons that you call eyes wrapping me up and keeping me safe. Your skin is a clean canvas, where I will paint a picture with my fingers and lips. I want to try to catch your spirit, but it is ever so free, it eludes me. This evasion reminds me of your evasion, how you run away from me and my feelings, yet I still will chase you to the end of love. I will be waiting in the corner of love and devotion, wearing a blue rain coat to protect from the rain until you pick me up.
Yours forever,
N.S
(Y.P.B)
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"love the whore of all words"
ReplyDeleteI love that, that is fucking fantastic.