Starting with Dear,
no starting with Sweetheart,
no starting with Hello or maybe just your name,
I love you, didn't you know?
I try so hard to tell you but you'll never read about it;
the secrets are in
love letters I'll never send.
I read them over and over again.
Sentiments like remember when and I'll always begin the outpour of my undying emotion,
my confusion; my heart.
I am forever yours and always I will dream of your face. I believe in love, in sacred,
unadulterated, three fold chords that last beyond
and through the impossible.
My divine love, you hold it, you are my longing.
Until my fingers grow old, until my dying day,
you will be the only recipient
of the love letters I'll never send.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
Starting with Dear,
no starting with Sweetheart,
no starting with Hello or maybe just your name,
I love you, didn't you know?
I try so hard to tell you but you'll never read about it;
the secrets are in
love letters I'll never send.
I read them over and over again.
Sentiments like remember when and I'll always begin the outpour of my undying emotion,
my confusion; my heart.
I am forever yours and always I will dream of your face. I believe in love, in sacred,
unadulterated, three fold chords that last beyond
and through the impossible.
My divine love, you hold it, you are my longing.
Until my fingers grow old, until my dying day,
you will be the only recipient
of the love letters I'll never send.
I regularly write out my feelings to my husband but never get the courage to send them. Separation is like the infection, divorce is the disease.
