Love, very heart of mine,
You ask if I will kiss you,
When you know that I cannot.
My person aches and writhes
At the loss of such affection.
Will you hurt in my answer as I am hurt in your question?
Though in it I see hope of consolation,
For I know I will kiss you again someday,
When our bodies meet and our spirits rest.
But for now, my beating heart,
Oh beautiful and wild thing,
For now, I can only but offer you this:
My soul is reaching out.
It is entangling yours in the realm above,
And it is kissing you with the passion of colliding stars.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Love, very heart of mine,
You ask if I will kiss you,
When you know that I cannot.
My person aches and writhes
At the loss of such affection.
Will you hurt in my answer as I am hurt in your question?
Though in it I see hope of consolation,
For I know I will kiss you again someday,
When our bodies meet and our spirits rest.
But for now, my beating heart,
Oh beautiful and wild thing,
For now, I can only but offer you this:
My soul is reaching out.
It is entangling yours in the realm above,
And it is kissing you with the passion of colliding stars.
To my forever friend, so far away and yet always so wonderfully close.
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