Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Love Letter 2 ..... Prose Poem ......

While I think about writing you a love letter, my pen just sits next to my hand

But how does a person write his deepest and most intimate feelings on a mere piece of paper

How does he write about loving someone so strongly, it fuels his deepest inspirations, it turns dark nights into glories days, just thinking about her

How do I tell you, how your soft touch makes my skin cringe with excitement and at the same time, it leaves a sensual endearment of love

How your tender sweet kisses makes my body stop in time, and just looking at you sitting at the table, fills my heart with endless love, while making my body envy itself

Sounds strange... But it's true...

My hands envy my eyes because they can only feel your softness, but not like my eyes, they can not see the reaction you have to my loving caresses, the smile it puts on your face

My lips envy my hands, although they can fill your soft kisses, and they can make your flesh melt from their touch, they can only touch one spot of your soft flesh at a time, and not like the hands, that can bombard your flesh with tender touches all over your body at once

My heart envies my mind, because my mind can see the beauty of you with the help of my eyes, it can feel the softness of you, with the help of my hands, it can hear your voice whisper, "I love you", with the help of my ears, it can feel the love flowing through me, with the help of my heart

But at last, my mind envies my heart, because that is where the love of you starts, were it flows through my vanes, until it penetrates my soul

Because without that love, my mind knows, it could not see, it could not feel, it could not hear the love, that makes the soft beats of my heart…

And this is why, the pen lies next to my hand, as my hand envies my lips, deeply caressing yours...




8 comments:

  1. Obrigado pela visita
    Hoje um pouco mais tarde mas nunca esquecida...

    Se sentires o perfume de jasmim...
    Ou qualquer coisa assim...
    Saiba é minha mensagem...
    Tentando te conquistar...
    Tentando te buscar...

    Um beijo

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  2. Nosso amor é complicado. Nos amamos, nos devoramos, mas não nos pertencemos.

    As vezes juntos, outras vezes separados, alguns momentos colados, a maior parte do tempo distantes.

    Eu quero, ela quer, ela não pode, eu não devo, mesmo assim insisto. Pois desistir dela é desistir da vida.

    Nossa história, é um ir e vir. Horas estou no paraíso, outras horas estou em tormento.

    Mas eu a amo, deixar de amá-la não é uma opção.

    Calvin e Susie

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  3. Zel, Você é tão certo .. Obrigado pelo comentário e visita ...

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  4. Princesa, você sempre me visitar e deixar comentários grandes, mesmo quando estou tão lento para se visitar. Obrigado
    Abraços ..

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  5. Seguindos pegadas suas, acabei aqui...rs

    As facilidades desse mundo virtual, que de repente me vejo dentro da sua casa, e deixando um racadinho...rs

    Goste, em especial, do beija-flor... que coisinha meiga!


    De muito bom gosto seu blog...

    Vou lá conhecer o outro...rs


    Beijos!

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  6. Ava, Obrigado pela visita e os comments agradável ...
    Abraços ...

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  7. Beautiful, full of love's bright light....wonderful. A lover, reading this, would feel h/his heart just melt, explode, and become...more.

    Nilla

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  8. Thank you nilla... I just saw your comment...

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