Monday, April 11, 2011

Purple stormclouds and golden clocks

I Want to say so much, restraint can kill. I love a woman so much, if I ever see her again it will take every bit of restraint to not purpose to her instantaneously. The rejection to ensue would devastate me so, that I will slip into a depressive vegetive state for the rest of my mortal term. I have been away from this woman for more years than I was around her and still, my adoration and obsessive affection has not diminished.  I can not say enough how I miss your smile, the one that broke me, your eyes, the ones that consumed me, your hair, that tangled my soul as we passed each other in the hall. Oh, what I wish I could just tell you. I simply, without compromise, love you.

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