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Created on: May 20, 2009
At first sight
My soul would risk everything for you though I barely know you...
And then there is my head.
That damned sanity that follows every heartbeat that thinking of you steals from me.
But you are no thief.
You are ignorant of the depth of my feelings for you,
How I wish to give it all to you without any expectations.
I want nothing but to recapture those moments of you...
Replay your tenderness,
Imagining your touch with every part of my being until I can feel your warm skin next to mine...
Hear your heart beat and the softness with which your breath escapes...
You are here with me in my spirit...
My darling I do not wish to inconvenience your life,
I would hate nothing more than to disrupt your momentum,
But would you spare me a small part of you?
A part that I can keep with me wherever the path of life may lead me to...
If you can't then I will pretend I understand...
My heart is so that it attempts to ignore new pain.
Perhaps that glue which surrounds an innocent new heart must have worn off,
When I couldn't tell you...nothing is permanent anymore.
You shall never know that I will cry over you.
You shall never know that I will let go when I feel the most for you...because I am afraid.
I fear the day when my love is ripped from my grasp it will demolish the ruins of my soul.
My life would cease to exist.
Can you understand?
I run away from you because you penetrate my shield with your existence.
Our lives are now forever intertwined...forever linked...forever.
Believe me my darling,
I had been waiting for you.
Receive my gifts,
Open them,
But only if your desire is true,
Otherwise never reappear so that I can continue to dream of our perfect moments,
Of the perfection of you.
And with my memories I shall return to my blissful loneliness...willingly.
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