Sunday, August 7, 2011

Letters to my wife

I lay in my room knowing I’m alone

 Feeling sad and depressed even to the bone

I long for you to hold me just to feel your touch

It’s not a lot, I don’t require much

With your presence, I surge with emotion

It’s indescribable, it’s your secret potion

Filling me with desire

Like and uncontrollable fire

Enslaving me to your will

You have become my zeal

And the enrapture in my soul

Purges me whole

Still I long for that day

When we will be together and say

I Love you for all time

And I’m so happy you are mine

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