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Jan 2015
Our heart has grown heavy with the love we carry for the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity.

Were we to remove it from our chest, the weight of it would shatter the Earth.

Daydreams and fantasies play constantly in our mind, as we read over her sweet words of her love for us.

Yet...she tells us that we cannot be. That she will not be ours.

We wished to never hear those words. They burned worse than the most deadly venom.

And the pain will not cease.

We thought of all the kisses that would not be given.

We thought of all the sweet words of love and affection that would not be spoken.

We thought of all the beautiful memories that would not be lived.

And we wept before her.

And the Solitude roared with laughter.

We can still hear the echo of its hisses.

And we grieved before her.

We beseech her to give us the grace of her company for but a moment longer.

For we did not know when our eyes would gaze upon her own pools of glimmering sapphire.

For we did not know when we could brush our lips against hers.

For we did not know when we would feel the soft palms of her hands as we laced our fingers with hers.

For we did not know when we would feel our own heart melt from the beautiful sound of her voice.

For we did not know when we would be shielded from the cold words of the Solitude by the warmth of her company.

We pleaded, holding back our tears of sorrow and despair with all our strength.

And she answered our plea.

And in return we gave her our greatest gift.

We became closer to her than we ever thought possible.

And the Solitude was brought to its knees, chained round the neck by her companionship, and its tongue burned by her passion for us.

The world ceased to exist, there was only her gorgeous form, and her sapphire eyes filled with adoration for us.

There has never been a moment more joyful.

Our gift to the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity beckoned forth peace unlike any other.

We had clarity.

And the Solitude was banished by our beloved one.

What whispers that still linger are drowned by the beautiful songs of praise for her in our heart.

We feared that if we shut our eyes even for a moment, she would vanish, never to be seen again.

But we shut our eyes.

And she was still there.

*There is hope for us yet.
Malaz Vassilli Alexius
Written by
Malaz Vassilli Alexius  Huntsville, AL
(Huntsville, AL)   
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