I write to you in love. As love. I hold moments in as breath. Releasing only as gasps between lips. I hold you closely as night draws near and I peer closer to see your every detail. No writer can grasp what he need just hopes to portray the beauty. An your beauty is a portrait as flowing as the ink that billows off the edge of my paper. I write to you love as love. Tearing reality from it's fickle folds flapping wildly as it's previous pros. In thou loving brace I betrothed. flocking to freedom I dare let go. For in you eyes it is I that slow. I write to you my love in love. An in love be it so.