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Love, Simply.

My mind has never beheld someone was beautiful as you, my heart not knowing any other soul that resonates such a deep, rich tone throughout my being. Years go by, seasons change, lovers change with the moon — and still I love you. Still I find myself every night wrapped in your arms, dreams so rich I never want to awake. Memories of your voice send warmth into my veins.

And I find myself content in this adoration for you, happy in this secret sort of love. I expound your graces to the stars, the moon, the rustle of the wind in the oak leaves.

You are a muse to my senses and I hope to have you be a part of my life for many seasons to come.

Comments

  1. Nicole | January 14th, 2009 | 17:25

    Your writing always makes me want to be a deeper person than I feel that I am.

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