And She Stole My Heart...

Dear heart-stealer,

Time and again have proven what is there for both of us. No matter how hard we fall, how painful we hurt each other, we're still here holding hands. For it doesn't matter how easy it is for you to let go, I'm always there, holding on.

My hands are coarse, holding to the edge. For we are always there. And with me, is you. I'm holding your arms so that you won't fall off albeit at times, the hold is so tight. Countering your being myopic, I'm heads up high when I look into you and tell you, "I'm still here."

But when will you hold on to the edge too? Will there be a time when my hands are weary and the fragments that binds me to sanity is torn, that you will take the reign? How I wish for that possibility. But I'm hopeful. And I know, you will be there for me as I am always there for you.

As I've said, I will wait. But I won't wait forever...

The wind

Cherry Lips...

Dear heavenly soul,

Life is really beautiful when I try to look in your eyes. For they are the windows to paradise. And in this puny lifetime of mine, I hope to enter your door. For you are the avatar of Eden. Life with you is even better than life after death.

My soul sings each time you aura engulfs me and entwines with mine. Your cherry lips and lovely hips are but testaments to how we fit.

Already I am longing for you. Already, I am wishing that you are by my side. As ethereal as it may seem, but I see the future not diminishing. For it's gonna be me, and you, forever.

Your hell knight