Your face is godly; i have never seen something so beautiful. I could trace my fingers over it for eternity and never get tired of the secrets I find within every stroke of my finger tips.
Your eyes, shine a dull crystal blue- they hold the care of a father within them. You tell me you love me with them, without words, and I know in that moment I am home.
Your hands seem old, but they look like they can hold all the problems in the world- that you can close in your fists to a million glass shards between your fingers.
Your arms are like vines. i imagine when I first return to them, if they will wrap around me and never let me go.
Your body is a temple. i visit it as much as I can, hoping for an entry to give up my next prayer. i don't have to speak, because it knows me, and it protects me when I need it most. I am grateful for your body.
Your heart is magnificent. A roaring *****, a romantic rose, your heart never fails to woo the tempted children that press their ears against your wooden chest. I wonder when you see me, naked or clothed, if it has ever skipped a beat. If it has ever jumped out of your chest like mine has with you.

I am sorry it has taken me so long to realize the beauty within simplicity. I had never taken the time to recognize these things about you; to register your honest and pure love for me. I was too busy with my activities, my life, to finally stop and look at you once with cleared eyes.
I now walk to my death bed. I know when you love another, I will officially be gone. The dirt will fill my lungs, the regret of another's hands will sting the womanly parts of me while sobbing will ensue. I understand what has to be done but I don't want it to. I want to breathe and be yours and feel your warmth within my body when you ****** one last time into me. I want to become tangled in your arms and assure you I will be here this time. I want to run my hands through your hair, kiss your lips, and give you the world. I want you to be happy and glowing and simply magnificent. I want all these things that I can't have- because I am on my death bed, and you will eventually love another- which is why I must go... and pass on.

-we must move on to grow

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