Love

Sweet Darling,

How will I ever find the words to show you the way my heart aches for you?

Maybe with the way my eyes sparkle, the smiles I flash, and the moans I sigh out in the early hours of the morning, I can begin to explain.

It will never be enough. How can I make you understand?

I have wandered the thoughts of the brokenhearted, the passionate, the lustful and the loving to find the feelings I feel for you, and yet they remain hidden. No one has felt as intensely as I, for you, or anyone else who has ever breathed. The greatest poets, songwriters and bleeding hearts cannot help me find a way to scream my love to the heavens above.

Never enough...How can I show you? Where are the words I long to scream out?

I would give anything for you, my sweet love. Take the breath from my lunges, the blood from my veins and the bones from my limbs. I will still find a way to love you.

What a torturous thing we are. Ravaged by love but so overflowing that we are unable to spill at all. Torture on, my sweet love, for I crave the smell of your skin, hot against mine, and your voice sighing “I love you”, night after night, until dark becomes light and I am given another day to prove my affection for you.

I want you, forever.

I want this love to kill me; slowly, carefully, beautifully.

When I lay in my bed on the last day I have, with my hand on your chest and your breath on my ear, I will cry out in thankful sobs.

Everyone is dying, my sweet love. Slowly, year after year; we age, we ache and we flow through time as gracefully as allowed.

But we all die.

So thank you, my darling, for I will die from love.

Day by day, with every tick of the clock and grain of falling sand, I will love you.

Every rising sun and moon, I will find new pieces of you to touch and caress and love and love and love.

Your eyes, your hair, your skin. The way your chest rises and falls in peaceful slumber. Your breath on my neck and sweet, sweet passion. The warmth of your lips pressed against my own; the way that you moan.

Kill me with your perfection. Help me die from absolute euphoria. I am sick with love for you. I do not want any medicine.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Until I find better words; always and eternally yours forever,