is it fitting
That on " national love letter day", I write my first to you?

I have written about you since we met.
But this, mi amo, is the first directly to you.

I had never shared my writings before you
I still have them in a notebook full of emotion
Locked with the same key that buckled my heart.
But you hold it now. So you hold them as well.

You are my first in so many things.
So I only hope I can be your first in a few.

I stand before you exposed, enchanted,
and enveloped in your love.

I have a habit of writing.
I leave notes
song names
numbers
written everywhere...

Now,
Starting today
I'm writing something worth much more.
Little tokens.
For you.
To keep.

I'm writing you notes, poems, letters.
All about you
for you
explaining my adoration
and pure addiction to you

Here is the first of many...


I cannot wait till I can wake up quietly,
roll over to see you
ease out of bed
and leave you notes on my pillow where my head was resting
" I am out running for your (French vanilla, cream and sugar) coffee and getting you chocolate frosted donuts, be back soon my love"

Here is to you baby.
Here is to the notes I've yet to leave
Here is to the letters I have yet to write
The poems yet to share.

Here is to you...
Because they are all yours.

Here is to the first of many.
My love...
All my letters are yours.

Every one who has ever felt
has a philosophy on Love

I believe no one ever really knows what Love is
Its an odd affection that consumes all

There are so many kinds of Love
mad love, hateful love, sad love, happy love
Whose ever to understand what is really Love is

I don't think most ever will...
Nor do I believe most should

Love is for the feelers
Love is for the writers and the artists and photographers
For people who constantly want to capture what they feel

Everyone deserves Love
But what people call True Love
Is reserved for those who mull over
Every look, the touches, the smells, the lighting
Words, sentences, gasps, and moans

What everyone feels is different
And that is beautiful

But those who feel the most deeply
Are those who choose to feel everything
Those who aren't afraid to feel

They want everyone to feel their Saturday mornings
Filled with white light
Resplendent but chilly
Intimate filled with fluffy pillows and blankets
Making coffee and eggs

They want everyone to know that's how the feel Love
That Love is in their everyday
But what they want to explain even more
Is the One time Love they feel

Whether its still theirs or not.
Because it is worth it

That's the real difference between Love and what everyone calls Love
When its felt so deeply
Everyone needs to know
Even when it isn't there
Because it will not happen again
But it made you love everything else, that much more

Most sleep just to rest
Not many even remember dreams

Almost none see  how beautiful sleep is

I didn't
Until I saw it on you

None had ever made closed eyes
Fluttering with every touch
So appealing

The feel of you holding me and your gentle breath
Catching slightly with every exhale
Finer than silk

Sleep with you
You in sleep

Make me see beauty where most see none

Sleep is messy
The bedhair
        Morning Breath
             Mussed makeup
                 the creaking bones
                      Quiet voices

You make them all beautiful
You are my dream
My daily and endless dream

Maybe I am messy
but "i love to sleep with you"

"Love is Blindness"
                        is inaccurate

Love is the buffer
            That sees all imperfections
                                     Makes them perfect

Love is the cataracts
                      Blurring all troubles
                           Into a milky sweet balance of good and great
                              Because bad days are now still good

Love are the pupils
                        For life
                                Letting in nothing but light
                                    Blocking out at  darkness

Love is syrupy sweet brown eyes...
                         Even though you thought you liked blue
                              But Sweet Browns now hold your universe

Love acts as the glasses
                  Sharpening everything you used to see
                             Creating the picture of where you were meant to be

Love is the depth perception
                                   For feeling
                                      Used to calibrate all emotions

Love is You
but mostly
                                          Love is sight

Because of Love
                               I can see

I do not believe missing and loneliness are synonymous
I learned this from you
Id rather miss you over anything else

Because I know I wont miss you for long
and I am never lonely

I'm an odd girl
Born on the autumnal equinox
On a cusp
virgo nor libra

Not that I believe that matters anyway

I feel Mother nature wanted me different
She gave me a Summer soul in a Fall body

She gives me the warm
So I have to endure the cold
In every aspect of my life that has been true

I am the sweetheart
But I prefer to be alone

I want the sun
But I can't always handle the heat
Because im hot enough without it

Im meant to be out of place
The girl who knows the best bands
But listens to the saddest music

I love the world in fall
the way the breeze chills and everything is crisp
The stars and moon seem brighter
But I can barely handle it...
Because soon everything will die