LetterA Poem by K. T. WellsDear Love,
Tis ashame that we have To be apart right at this Moment, for I am lonely, And I know for a dying fact That you must be too. Just alone. All alone, On that miserable island, Without even the closest Person by you. I pity You, Love. Your Son. Our son, is doing well, And is most exceptional In his schooling. It should Not last much longer either, And he will be free of the Confines of the Study. But still I wonder. Just wonder. Will he, Our son, remain this way Or will the ever changing World, change him. Time Does no justice to The Soul. However, I know you have not Changed though, Love. You Are the same caring soul that I run to, and even when oceans Part us, these letters bring you Back to me. I can not Wait for your Return. The Fall. I cannot wait for The Fall’s renewal that Marks your return to me. The excitement that fills Me will remain There forever. Always. The longing. The longing is what kills me, My Love. That gap that separates Us will someday soon collide. That’s when our longing Shall end. Until then, I long. I long For that sweet body and that Quiet soul to return to me. Oh How I long for it, My Sweet. Never. Never have I ever wanted the Love of another creature so pure. Never. I do know that you and Him, rest his haunted soul, Were so very close, Love. But may I, not replace That Love, but Simply … Relight, That love for you. Just for You. There’s more. There is more to us then just Beds and candles, My Love. And I know you see that Too. Come back as Soon as you Can, Love. I hope That my heart and my body can Live that long without you Next to me. Please don’t Fall into the hands of Another while You are away From me, Love. I know That I am untouched from This sex that corrupts My land. Only With your permission would I ever stray beyond the boundaries, Love. And to you, The same, Love. I Anxiously and hardly Await your Arrival. Love, Me. © 2011 K. T. WellsAuthor's Note
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Added on May 11, 2011 Last Updated on May 11, 2011 AuthorK. T. WellsVAAboutI've been serious about writing sense I can remember. I find it as my passion, and an outlet for negative energies, or sometimes positive ones when I get too excited over something. I don't have a spe.. more..Writing
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