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I will love you everyday, hard as I very well can. I will give you my love each morning, (compounded on the minute), and I will make sure you’re well asleep before I begin again. I will love you for years at a time without asking a reprieve even if I grow tired. Because, there is no honor but the honor of loving you everyday. and if one day I should notice, my heart running low, I will gather up my heartstrings and wring them out until we have enough or they run dry. if that should ever happen, I will take myself to visit each place I have ever told anyone I loved them. I will be unabashed in crawling on my hands and knees, gathering up any scrap of love that fell lost between my mouth and their ears. I will weave a very fine net of lace, you see, and secrets, to attract the scraps of love and catch them from the air of all those lovely places. and should all the love I gather still not satisfy my need to love you, I know what it is I will do next. I am not proud to say this, nor will I be proud to do it, but if it should come down to it, I will put on a nice gray blouse and ask my big brother to meet me. I will explain the problem, and he will understand. he will smile sadly, a smile not reaching his eyes, (stopping just before the part where his dimples ought to start), and he will want to help. he will reach into his bones, where he keeps his given love, and pull out a wisp— then a wisp— a cloud— of love I have given him. it will not even be a fraction, but as I fold and press it neatly to my chest, we will both notice its absence. but, it will be Okay. and I will come home to you, bursting with my salvaged love, and go on to love you everyday with that. and should all of that be gone through, should I still love you everyday, it will so happen I need only tug my heartstrings a bit harder, to make that bit more love. and I will return my love to all the places I recalled it from (with interest) and no one will have minded because they will be in lovely awe at how much I will love you everyday. (at any cost).
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
Heartstrings
I will love you everyday, hard as I very well can. I will give you my love each morning, (compounded on the minute), and I will make sure you’re well asleep before I begin again. I will love you for years at a time without asking a reprieve even if I grow tired. Because, there is no honor but the honor of loving you everyday. and if one day I should notice, my heart running low, I will gather up my heartstrings and wring them out until we have enough or they run dry. if that should ever happen, I will take myself to visit each place I have ever told anyone I loved them. I will be unabashed in crawling on my hands and knees, gathering up any scrap of love that fell lost between my mouth and their ears. I will weave a very fine net of lace, you see, and secrets, to attract the scraps of love and catch them from the air of all those lovely places. and should all the love I gather still not satisfy my need to love you, I know what it is I will do next. I am not proud to say this, nor will I be proud to do it, but if it should come down to it, I will put on a nice gray blouse and ask my big brother to meet me. I will explain the problem, and he will understand. he will smile sadly, a smile not reaching his eyes, (stopping just before the part where his dimples ought to start), and he will want to help. he will reach into his bones, where he keeps his given love, and pull out a wisp— then a wisp— a cloud— of love I have given him. it will not even be a fraction, but as I fold and press it neatly to my chest, we will both notice its absence. but, it will be Okay. and I will come home to you, bursting with my salvaged love, and go on to love you everyday with that. and should all of that be gone through, should I still love you everyday, it will so happen I need only tug my heartstrings a bit harder, to make that bit more love. and I will return my love to all the places I recalled it from (with interest) and no one will have minded because they will be in lovely awe at how much I will love you everyday. (at any cost).
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
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