To you,

It has taken endless sleepless nights and one smell of your cologne on another for me to write this.

Just like a river, my feelings for you flow far into the horizon, gracefully down the stream. It looks like it stops there, but, my darling, it doesn’t. It continues down, through a grove of trees, through a meadow, though an arid desert. It flows, eternally. Anything you place there, flows with the river, encircling us, keeping us from harm. The arms of the river, were built to hold you. It’s heart, to feed you. Its banks, to kiss you.

I, owner of the tormented heart, have read and read and read all the poetry. Sung all the songs. Watched stars appear in a purple sky, and watched them disappear into a blue one. Picked at petals , dreamed those dreams. I am still famished at the thought of you, and this hunger weighs so heavy on me. I try and keep it so quiet, I am afraid it will bellow out.

There is this uneasiness, that I know so well. This feeling that creeps into my stomach and rests there like a lion in its den. Do I wake it? And hear you say those words I know you will say. Do I let you feast on my heart? My darling, if you are hungry, then eat. I will leave it sleep, because I am too weak to wander alone.

Like all the other letters, I will never show you this. For you to see my naked soul would kill me, because I know I would never see yours and that is all I wish.

So sleep for now and when you awaken, my love, let me down easy.

I would do the same for you.

Yours always,