The First One to SayA Story by Markromantic love is a dance that has to start when someone puts on the music, but the other person has to be ready to move.And the snow fell in traces, revealing the wind hiding your cute cap as it pointed at me while your eyes turned down. "I have fallen in love with you." I nod, knowing the thing to do. I raise your chin with a finger. Looking for connection your eyes question as they search. "I suppose it had to happen to one of us. I'm so sorry it was you." You relax your face, turn your eyes. I take your hand and squeeze gently. "I don't mean that I won't, or can't, I'm just not..." I drop your hand and lift your chin with a finger once more. I want you to see my eyes telling you what my lips are saying. "Yet." I see question still in your eyes, but mostly there is a calm now and if you only knew what is inside of me... the storm, the guilt... I would glady have the pain surgically removed from it's home in your heart and permanenty tattoo'd on my own if it were possible. I would throw myself under a bus to save you from my guilt, your pain. And some day, I hope and pray that I can... and then... I will lift your chin with a finger, kiss your lips softly, and tell you that from this moment to the end of my life, I love you too.
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Added on August 27, 2012Last Updated on August 27, 2012 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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