My love,
You’ll never understand the fire in which I burn for you. Hours of my day are spent day dreaming of what could be, if it weren’t so that you were many miles away. Only an ocean we have to cross. And you told me, anyone would love a soft written love letter, as long as it was signed by me. I do not understand the powers you believe me to posses, with simple, sensual words. A master of words, that so easily roll from my brain to my finger tips, or roll off my tongue like water rushing over a waterfall. My lips purse and my tongue rolls which may or may not allude to something else I might be good at. And I know you’ve spent late night hours thinking of hot breath and soft skin, fear not, for I’ve imagined just the same. I toss and turn at night, wondering if it possible that you ever truly love me as much as I love you. I fear my heart is too big for anyone to bare, and I wish not the weight of it on your shoulders. I shall die a thousand deaths before I ever trouble you with that. It is my only wish that your heart make enough room for me, and some day we can really be together.
All my love,
e.
