Strange Love

In a strange way, this love cannot be named or understood. It’s sacred yet resisting of all rational reasoning and integrity. A love that is so pure with an intense spiritual connection of my soul with your soul. A love of minds from opposite sex, yet free and unmixed with carnal desire but bonded with a burning passion. You gave me your naked body and in return I gave you my naked soul. We both gave each other our vulnerability and trust but I gave you wholehearted, fierce depth of my heart. I shared with you my deepest, darkest inner thoughts and you maintained control and held your emotions close to your chest. At times I felt your yearning for my time and my interactions too. This love is free from desire of sexual union but I yearn to sleep close to you to smell your body scent to knock me out of insomnia. I undressed my thoughts to you and appreciated your naked body in an artistic way. I made love to your consciousness and mind which you will never know about. I felt orgasmic force through our submerging intimate conversations. Intrusive thoughts don’t leave my mind day or night that is the reason for my farewell. I am strong but you become my weakness. Underneath our platonic love lies a mystical passion beyond my understanding. No complexities lie in my heart now but certain clarity that this love is a connection of my soul and mind. I am glad to have experienced it, only a very few are privileged of a bizarre intoxication aspect of love.