I’ve been thinking about love letters and relationships in the olden days a lot lately and I found this book and after a few letters, I wrote one too.It’s like a collection all in one that i would have written to people I've loved. It was fun to experience the emotions again. Thanks to Dustin O’ Halloran’s Opus 26 and Antiquesfor getting me to the point of tears and satisfaction.
My darling,
Your face is as pleasing as watching honey diamonds fall into late night ginger tea
I can’t help but think of how lonely life was without you bringing comfort to my eyes
Speaking my name as beauty every chance you get like they are one and the same
Like it is sinful to let time and distance be without the disruption of touch
I’ve suffered long, feeling so invisible without it
But I feel you are here guiding me out of my head with your words
Assuring me of how real and present we are, I want to tell you just how lovely you are
How you’re the only one that makes my vow of honesty a burden
My darling,
You believe it is how you see through me
When I was a laughing husk, breathless and in pain
Cold as vanilla, down your lips into your vein, tender as trust.
Your hands and tongue intertwined with mine
Your face in my neck and hair, in the dark
Heavenly bodies, shining gods
I desire rest, to enjoy, to refrain from seeking clarity on matters of the future
It is frightening how happy I am, I would never have imagined it would scare me to my very core
Perhaps it is not the emotion but waiting for what next
What error I might make to change my good fortune
Or by what unique universal order do all threads always seem to tangle
I remain a bit hesitant but only because I cannot fathom living this kind and intentional life
One that has always been so out of reach but now seems too near, beckoning
Too good to be true, too precious, too delicate to tamper with
I finally screwed that bulb in, that I may begin to see things more clearly
But it just makes everything you do even more glorious
The thousand kisses, the letters, the laughter, this wonderful sorrow
May I live long to see you keep bringing the lilies to my bed and
What other joys you might bring if I let you without resistance
