O lover how I do think of you so often as you haunt me within my body and my soul and deep within my deepest desires and mostly, my heart.
O love, how you despise the wretched torment of life’s sadness;
O love; I get drunk off of it.
Your nectar; your sweetness.
Your doubts your fears.
Obsessions of a young woman almost in her prime.
You make me giddy. Like a young girl once more.
How the night compares to roses in my hair and how they grow in my heart.
You make me feel like there really are roses in my hair;
But O to grasp your heart.
You know, one can never wish to grasp their thorns but O how your heart surrounds mine.
Like flowers in winter.
Like Summer in Springtime….
I need you most of all.
Please love, do say you love.
Do say you love me like that!
I’d be ecstatic to know the mere feeling.
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