I would cuddle you every night, my arms wrapped around you as we spooned. My heat warming you as I held you tight against me, protecting caressing enjoying your presence. My lips near your neck as your hair, wild, spills everywhere. Enfolding you in my love.
The impossible dream. Heaven on earth. Nirvana. Just one afternoon with you, hearing your voice lilt and seeing your smile, looking into your eyes as you demurely flirt over the rim of your coffee cup. That one bit of perfection, of beauty of happiness incarnate would be worth all the risk and heartbreaks.
They didn’t have any to deliver for you.
Yellow roses symbolize friendship. Red roses mean love. I should have sent red ones.
Some want the moon and the stars. Some want diamonds. I just want the emerald of your eyes and your smile.
The Universe conspires to make it difficult. Borders close and stay closed for months. Car engines blow up, and work piles up like the garbage that it is. But it is the belief, the struggle the willingness to fight for what and who you believe in that makes it worth it. Because the Universe makes […]
Hey. Hey you. The good looking one, that I adore. The one that makes my heart pound like war drums raising passions. The one that lifts my heart like a balloon over the fields. Yes you, my dear. You. I love you.
I shouldn’t look at you the way I do, with eyes filled with desire. I shouldn’t send you flowers, roses reflecting my feelings. I shouldn’t dream of your skin pressed against mine in passion. I shouldn’t love you. But I do.
I love you lots Adela.