I wake in the morning holding tight to what my heart tells me is you, but upon opening my eyes I find only a pillow clutched to me. The scent of you clings to the sheets bringing back memories of an unbelievable night spent in you arms. The power of you overwhelms me bringing a tear to my eyes as I come fully awake and realize you are gone. Leaving quietly so as not to wake me. This hold; this glorious hold you have over me, takes my breath away. Leaves me gasping for more; wanting to breath the same air as you and capturing me in a mystical spell I do not seek to escape.
The power of this woman; weaving a fabric of warmth and love around my heart. Protecting and guiding me through my journey of desire, love and excitement. Giving yourself freely to me in every way a woman can give herself to another.
This is what I wake to each morning. This is what I carry with me each day. This is what sustains me when I am being pulled down and what lifts me to heights I did not know were possible. This is what loving you means to me. This is what I have always looked for in my life's journey. This, in our short time together, is what you give me. No love can be any stronger. No desire can be any more heart felt. And no one will ever love me the way you do.
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Thinkie,
Relay For Life starts this week and at times I will be a bitch. I will be tired and unhappy at times. We talked about this and you know I can not quit. In you heart you never really want me too.
But it is you who gets neglected when I am doing this. It is you who sees me disappear to work on RFL things. I know that at times you feel abandoned. I know that you get sad and even upset when I get in one of my moods.
When I am being an ass. When I act stupid and pick a fight for no good reason, PLEASE read what is written above. That is the me that loves you and the me you love.
Love ya,
Night
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