Almost a poem, but not quite. Bits and pieces. Bits and pieces.
As I lay still on my bed in silence
I say a poem of love in my head
It is quite the most wonderful gift to man
Love, that is.
I am happy.
To love. And be loved.
I am.
Happy.
In stillness, I shake.
The intensity.
In my heart.
'Tis beautiful.
Peace.
I feel peace inside of me.
I can hear my heartbeat.
I can feel my heartbeat.
The heart never lies.
'Tis beautiful.
I close my eyes tonight in perfect harmony with the world.
The amount of love inside of me, for you, is unquestionable.
Breathe.
Deeply, I breathe.
I am ready.
I wish. I wish for something.
I whisper to the night my wish.
And I solemnly pray. Quietly. Intently.
'Tis beautiful, isn't it?
Now I can stay still. Now I am still.
I wait. I wait. Patiently.
Very patiently.
You're mine.
Nothing will get in the way.
No one.
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I am proud of this one.
Love.
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