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From Me, With Love

My dearest, When rain washes the world of its impurities, Remember the music the rain made on that special morning. That morning, where the image of us two, remains fresh in my mind Leaving me with joy and passion to get through my day. Do you recall, as I, the days when we first met; The love, the intoxication of feelings, the passion? It was a love story like no other and still remains. ~~~~ I wish to say, my dearest, that within me, you live. I carry your picture, though vividly you’re in my mind. I pick up your scent, though apart, it lingers. I can hear your voice, so sweetly whispering in my ear. I feel your touch, softly playing upon my skin. Your taste, well my love, that too, lingers on my tongue and upon my lips. ~~~~ For fear of losing all of this, I write you this note, So they, too, can remain fresh for you and brighten your day. Thank you for loving me as you do and sending me off With these feelings of passion and bliss. Let this note serve as a constant reminder of my love But, also the desire I have burning inside of me always. Mostly, let this serve as the inspiration to make Even more memories and happier tomorrows. From me, with love.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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