My Dearest Love,
You are the pen in my hand dripping my love on this piece of
paper. Accept this as my attempt to let the weight of our love flow from my
heart. A weight I do not wish to be free from. My only release is in you, my
love. I do not know much but always will I remember the way you look at me….
Your eyes searching for what you have already found. I remember the way the
wind touches your hair and the way you look at me when I gently tame your hair
with my fingers…. I feel your beauty caress me like silk in my hands. The house
is dark and quiet as I write to you this letter with just enough light to see
your beauty touch paper. I do not wish to wake you now. When you open your eyes
in the morning light and I see you, it feels like the only moment in time given
to me and for this I will patiently wait….
Forever yours
Janie Davel
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