posted on Aug, 1 2009 @ 04:36 AM
My love, I tell you my soul cries out in agony for your touch, your presence, and your healing embrace. I weep in discomfort at the thought of your
spirit in flight without mine, aloft on the winds of another. I am grounded and weighted here by the anchor of my pain.
Immeasurable is my love for you, not all the grains of sand in the sierra can compare, not but all the stars in the heavens could equal. If I could
just once more partake in the beauty your eyes contain therein, that, which I have burning and agonizing me, tormenting my thoughts and my heart may
at once become quenched. To obtain a reprieve from this demons grip I would certainly seek audience with you, my love, as I would find the journeys
perils a worthy price to pay in exchange for peaceful thoughts until my final hour. To close an UN closable novel, to rid of an insatiable thirst,