Forty-Four ~ Begnaud Veith Wolven

Ludwig Van Beethoven

"This passion lingers like the warmth of your touch, and like these memories of you it never seems to fade. I want to kiss away your tears, replace your worries with a smile. The taste of your lips is an impossibility, a burning snowflake on my tongue. The touch of your fingers is indescribable, the song sung by a black hole as it yearns to conquer the heart of the Sun. Yet I am afraid of my feelings for you, I fear your beautiful smile, afraid of what this could mean. How can anything eclipse the moon so completely, how can your face outshine the sun?
  
When your eyes first looked into mine, stars collided and the earth shifted beneath my feet; my world spun out of control and gravity turned upside down. Dizzy with these thoughts of you, I am drunk on your sweet laughter as I find myself floating among the clouds. You are heaven personified but I am a sinner, yet here you are illuminating my darkness with your smile; how can this be? Whatever immutable laws were broken to bring you and I together, I adore you.
You, my beloved impossibility." 

~ Begnaud Veith Wolven