Po…
In the cold winter night I long for you.
Seeking shelter from the eastern storm, thoughts of you fill my head. I walk
for miles just to feel you closer to me and no longer do I feel troubled.
Times, tears, and fears have faded away, salvation has come into play. As I
turn my face away from the bitter cold wind, I see your angel face in the dark
night. I've been blessed by the light that you give, I see miracles of joy that
you paint in the moonless sky as you caress the night. I am reborn. There's an
inspiration rush deep in my soul; that's the gift that you give so naturally. As
the day comes to me, shadows of the night disappear. I lay myself down by the
maple tree. I'm disconnected from all the dark journeys that lay ahead. That's
the power that you give so naturally.
It is easier to say that I love you in a
letter rather than saying it to your face where you would either laugh or you
will slap me or maybe you’ll, say "I love you, too." A younger child
once told me that love was where a special angel would fly down with some love
dust and the angel would choose two people which he thought would be good
together and sprinkle the dust over them and they would magically fall in love.
If only it was as easy as that. It's people like you that make the world a
better place. You're the one who picked me up when I was down; you made me come
clean and helped me stand on my own. You knew I was walking down the wrong path
so you steered me in the right direction. I have never listened to anyone like
I listen to you. I love the way you make me laugh and how you always talk, and
you're right. I think it's so cool the way you look out for everyone. I'd give
anything just to have the strength to tell you the way I really feel about you,
the way my heart melts when you smile and the way your eyes light up when you
laugh. Without you I would be nothing. You came into my life and made me
something. I will always hold you close to my heart.
If I ever give this to you, please promise
you won't laugh, Promise me that. I can't live with out you in my life. You are
in my life, whether you know it or not. Images of you are always in mind. After
you have left, your voice rings sweetly in my ears until I hear it again spoken
from your own lips. Please Promise that I will not have to imagine you being
near. Promise me that. Call it immature love; call it a crush; call it longing;
call it infatuation; call it whatever you please. In my mind, I love you. When
I love, I love forever.
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