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It has been a long journey, my love..tear-stained, pain-filled and lonely..
Along the way was learned that there are many things that you may come
to believe, but very few that you can be sure of. Of this I am sure:
Few if any have been blessed as have I in the last week. Very few spirits will experience the indescribable ecstacy of having found the heart that beats in time to their own. I began to count myself among these fortunate few, the day that I met you.
The things you say..your gentle ways..your laugh..your mind..your soul.
Given a kit from which to construct the perfect partner, I would impotently fail to improve upon that which our Lord hath wrought EXQUISTELY in you. Still, given that opportunity, I would add a dancer's grace, a mystic's vision, an angel's heart, a childlike faith in destiny, hope and true, eternal love.
She would be of such stature, that my lips might find her face come the darkest of places and times. Her hair, wrapped in wisps and curls around my fingers, or enveloping my face in satin during the heat of purposeful, searching throes of passion. I would taste and be absorbed by her eyes, from which my own would be unable nay, unwilling to escape.
This unreachable recipe for the perfect love would still require much more than these.
Her empathy would be all-consuming. Protective, but also yearning protection, investment and understanding. Her love would be for all humankind, brothers and sisters that she would feel for as I do: sincerely, and with the tenderest of intent.
Tears of joy and pain would fill her being and fuel her laughter, for
of this would her essence be formed..love for life and appreciation of beauty.
She would cherish trust, value loyalty, and reward compassion in kind.
She would be genuine in her interest and constant with her affection.
Her notions would spark my own, each exchange amounting to an exploration..one soul of another.
Of all of these things would she be possessed, and still would this
weak, man-made fascimile be found lacking in some and many qualities
of which you are not, and with which I have been entrusted.
This is my blessing, yet still my curse, come time to find the words
which might describe what you mean, are, and do to me. This at the mere mention of your name, the rythm of your words or the sound of your voice.
I am smitten, no, I am slain within the arms of our love to, as Lazarus, find myself born anew.
Surely no man knows the depth of God's Wisdom, nor the beauty of His Truth. Still, I have looked into the face of
these things, having known and loved you, dear heart.
Be with me now, tomorrow and always..that I might never lose faith,
ever have courage, and always give praise to the Glory of God, having
experienced it daily in your splendid company.
One heart consumed thoroughly with undying love for you..
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