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You said the sweetest words to me… And I was speechless (imagine that, a poet lost for words to an artist) It’s a good thing you weren’t there to see my blush and Schoolgirl grin painted across my face – Or maybe you should have been… Perhaps that was the best response that I could come up with. Perhaps my Luther Vandross reply to your Louise Scrymgeour was inadequate Only because I was not prepared. That’s it! I was not prepared… Not prepared for the unending, uninterrupted, And unprecedented love you show to me every day I was not prepared to fall so deeply, So passionately and irreversibly in love with you… To crave nothing more than the scent of your skin, Those breathless, unconscious kisses on my neck in the depths of The night when we shift our bodies in our sleep- The sleep that we succumbed to long after we’ve exhausted the stores of Physical love and desire For hours on end… The soft yet muscular feel of your skin As I run y fingers lightly over your chest, My head on your shoulder, Eyes absorbing your beauty, Gazing off into warm space Fantasizing about the future – Our future And the happiness that you tirelessly provide. I was not prepared To feel my heart ache When you sobbed in my arms, My tears mixed with yours, Fusing our pain, struggle, But also our understanding of one another. I wept for you, For me, But all the while knowing better days would come I was not prepared To feel so lonely after being separated only 7 days… The phone and computer only allows me to see… Your face…your words… I was not prepared to crave your smile, Your laughter and ability to inspire such humour in me Your touch Your feel, Your taste… Oh how I yearn to be surrounded by your warmth once again… And still… It has only been 10 days… I was not prepared To find myself so vulnerable And yet so incredibly safe at the same time. You encompass me, Surround me, Complete my fantasies of Prince Charming, My knight, My lover, My best friend, My meant-to-be. I have found my words, But cannot wait to lose them again.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
I was not prepared
You said the sweetest words to me… And I was speechless (imagine that, a poet lost for words to an artist) It’s a good thing you weren’t there to see my blush and Schoolgirl grin painted across my face – Or maybe you should have been… Perhaps that was the best response that I could come up with. Perhaps my Luther Vandross reply to your Louise Scrymgeour was inadequate Only because I was not prepared. That’s it! I was not prepared… Not prepared for the unending, uninterrupted, And unprecedented love you show to me every day I was not prepared to fall so deeply, So passionately and irreversibly in love with you… To crave nothing more than the scent of your skin, Those breathless, unconscious kisses on my neck in the depths of The night when we shift our bodies in our sleep- The sleep that we succumbed to long after we’ve exhausted the stores of Physical love and desire For hours on end… The soft yet muscular feel of your skin As I run y fingers lightly over your chest, My head on your shoulder, Eyes absorbing your beauty, Gazing off into warm space Fantasizing about the future – Our future And the happiness that you tirelessly provide. I was not prepared To feel my heart ache When you sobbed in my arms, My tears mixed with yours, Fusing our pain, struggle, But also our understanding of one another. I wept for you, For me, But all the while knowing better days would come I was not prepared To feel so lonely after being separated only 7 days… The phone and computer only allows me to see… Your face…your words… I was not prepared to crave your smile, Your laughter and ability to inspire such humour in me Your touch Your feel, Your taste… Oh how I yearn to be surrounded by your warmth once again… And still… It has only been 10 days… I was not prepared To find myself so vulnerable And yet so incredibly safe at the same time. You encompass me, Surround me, Complete my fantasies of Prince Charming, My knight, My lover, My best friend, My meant-to-be. I have found my words, But cannot wait to lose them again.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
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