An Open Letter To One That I Adore

Someday, it will be written . . . Dec. 10, 2002

An open letter to one that I adore, someday it will be written. Filled with everything that I feel inside, everything on the day you finally understand. I loose all thought when I look into your eyes, the words are drowned within their deep vastness, I get swept away by their power over me. Cutting me down and leaving me speechless. I am the fool, dumbed down and lost . . . a puppy at your feet. You are just a dream, yet as real as the sunlight on my skin. I never thought I would let this get to me, to take me on and carry me away. To be in your arms, or just to hold you hand or just to look into your eyes as you tell me your tale . . . and they will laugh at me and my folly, I do not care. I can be alone, I can be with you, I can be unknown and uncared for. I will always be alone, but for you . . . and me, in your eyes.

 

I have no more questions to ask of you.

 

No more words in which to mix and expain myself.

 

I can no loger wait my life in vain.

 

This life with wearing thin, like the tight skin streched across my bones.

 

My burdens that I bare, I shall bare alone. The fears that I have I will face down in time.

 

And the weight of it all may someday crush me under it. So be it.

 

I will never give in. I will never surrender how I feel for you.

 

Someday you will know. And then . . .

 

 

I will be free.