Apple blossoms gently sway upon the breeze of spring seems to describe the essence ebb and flow of loving you.
My heart follows where you lead from morning wake, to quiet chat, to hear your voice, thinking of your daily chores so intertwined,
Leaping forward to an afternoon caress, yet again your voice whispers my name, there is so much love from you to me, to quiet chat, before a break at dinnertime.
Evening flows by, time to reflect, to relax, gentle moments, comfort times carrying desires of pressing lips and tenderness shared between two distance souls and yet,
So filled with hope that tears we share for all tomorrows hereafter will be ones of joy.
As I wait to press my lips, heart and my body against thy. To wait for the embrace of a passion so rare that only two in the entire world can see and feel it raging deep inside… to wait for the day of being one with you.
I must say, you to have a way with words, with subtle elegance they crept into my life completely unsuspected, unanticipated, almost unnoticed from your email messages into my mind to find them being writing by myself never realizing how or why they came to be.
Your message closings speak of a forever everlasting, so naturally, effortlessly, and what’s more – so meant for me…. and you…
It reads of us, and so it is, from now to the end of days…
All my love, all your life.