WE
My previous loves were childish emotions compared with this vacant madness.
No motive is pure, no feeling unmixed; no thought untouched... a mass of contradiction
That I love you is happiness itself to me. I know so well that with you it is all or nothing at all. Sometimes I am afraid that you wish to escape back to your neutrality; to the convential life that means so little but is so much safer for you. I crave the sight and sound of you, even though all I touch IS you. No matter how terrible life can be, I can never remain low for long around you. Tenderness, adoration, laughter; meeting of minds and yearning of body and soul... I am the wanderer unseen by your side. I could be happy anywhere with you.
This is the entire world for me. There is no rehearsed reason for this try as I might to fitone around it. Words are not sufficient and there can never be a good reason to explain what I feel. My head against your back, ... your fingers in my hair... the touch of your mouth; absent mindedly forever thinking of you. If I thought in loving you I was harming you I would instantly go away... yet I am aware that even in going away I can never undo what our loving has done to us both. Forever changed. Your absence is more potently charged in evoking you to me.