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13TH THROUGH THE 16TH INSTALLMENTS
| 13th Installment | 14th Installment | 15th Installment | 16th Installment |
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"My Love,
I couldn’t sleep tonight. I don’t know why. I woke up with my arm around you and you holding my hand. I’m so happy that even while we sleep we are close together. I wish I could somehow express to you the deep love that I feel for you. I hope you will be with me always for I would be devastated if you ever left me. For you my everlasting love:
Strawberries
We were sleeping together tonight
I was cuddling you very tight
I closed my eyes
To remember the day
We were on a hill flying kites
The wind died down
And they fell to the ground
So did we as I ran to you
And you to me
We rolled down the hill
Tumbling and frolicking in our love
We stopped with me on you
And you facing me
Your long hair feathered all around
On Your face and mine as well
Were several strawberries
Which gave us a frown
For we passed through a patch
On our way down
You looked so sweet and delicious
Just like the fruit
I caressed your face
Oh how I love that awful mess
I kissed your lips and opened my eyes
To see your hair in front of me
Strawberries and you were intoxicating me and the air
I gently stroked the long gorgeous strands
And woke you up I'm sorry
But you turned to me and I could see
By the smile on your face
How much I loved you and you loved me"
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"My Love,
I told you about my diary for the first time this evening. I am going to give this to you someday. I don’t know when. This is a record of my never ending love for you:
Let's Run
Would you look at my face
My eyes are so red
Gazing at the same thing I think I'm dead
I'm really sick of what I see
Look outside it's raining again
I wouldn't mind it so much if it was bright inside
But these people here are driving me nuts
And I don't care why
So give me your hand My Love and let's run
Let's get out of here and find some sun
Don't look back there's nothing to see
Just hold my hand tight and let them be
Drug users here
NCOs and Officers there
Do this and do that are the orders
My brain has seen enough
What am I going to do with all this stuff
So give me your hand My Love and let's run
Let's get out of here and find some sun
Don't look back there's nothing to see
Just hold my hand tight and let them be
A plane, a train or an automobile
I don't care the way I feel
All I know is I want more than this
I don't care what we have to pay
Let's just be on our way
Let it just be me and you
So give me your hand my Love and let's run
Let's get out of here and find some sun
Don't look back there's nothing to see
Just hold my hand tight and let them be"
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"My Love,
We finally made it to Paris today. When we were on the Champs Des Elycees you looked incredibly sexy with your hair lying so delicately on your bare shoulders. You literally took my breath away as I was thinking "Oh my God would you look at how great she looks." Maybe you should think about becoming a model. I wouldn’t mind traveling to photo shoots like Paris even if I was your slave to be abused. I couldn’t think of anyone else that I would rather be in Paris with than you. Even as a slave.
How Often
How often have I imagined
Your presence when I’m alone
How often have I spoken
As if you were here with me
How often have I heard
Your voice when I need your words
How often have I thought
Of sitting next to you just to be near
How often have I dreamed
Of holding you tight in my arms
How often have I wanted
To make love to you day and night
How often will I let
My feelings for you be known
How often?
Always and forever."
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"My Love,
I’m in the guard’s sleeping room with about twelve other guys right now. There are just enough bunks in here for us who are not on duty. That means I must be sharing this bunk with two other people when you count up everyone that is on this shift. I hope I don’t catch any creatures tonight on this dirty bunk. All I can think about though and picture in my mind right now is you. I’m getting so horny thinking about you lying in our bed naked. I need to calm down before some of the other men notice the bulge in my pants and begin to think I’m one of those funny boys. I’m afraid I am not sleepy so I decided to write this to you so I can relax a little:
The Watch and The Clock
Your chair is empty
I stare off in space
I get up and walk around
The seconds take hours, the minutes take days
I look at my watch and then the clock
My other half is gone
What can I possibly be without you
Nothing has been accomplished
When will I ever get anything done
Your smile is gone and time stops
There is silence and I am numb
I look at my watch and then the clock
The rain hits the windshield
The wipers go right then left
There is sadness in my heart
No joy only desire for you
I look at my watch and then the clock
I lay quietly in bed at night
I hear everything around me
My eyes are open so late
My heart beats slow then fast
As I think of you
I look at my watch and then the clock
When will you be back to me
To immerse myself in your perfume
When will I see you again
To drown in your sight is what I need
When may I speak to you
In the silence I scream out your name
No one hears but me
I look at my watch and then the clock
You have left
But I will find you again without rest
Because true love will never stop
When I do I will give you
My heart, my mind and my soul
Just to be with only you
I look at my watch and then the clock
The distance may separate us
But can you feel my loving presence
Like a warm coat or a shield against evil
You are on my mind always
As I count the minutes and hours
That you are away
I look at my watch and then the clock
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