How it thrills me to the inner depths of my spirit to write to you once again. My sweet, you are the one that I live for. The only reason I go on in this hallow shell of a man is to spend those few precious days each year with you. Even your name is substance to my empty soul, which is grasping at whatever it can to find some kind of value and worth in this dark existence in which it treads. The words that flow from your lips are worth more than gold or silver, and the ground in which you grace with your precense becomes enchanted with a supernatural power.
When I hold you in my arms, the surge of energy that whisps through my body invigorates me beyon all comprehension. I lose all coherant thought and a perfect blend of fantasy and reality emerges from deep within my heart, and the emitions felt redefine the very meaning of Love. |