to all of my beloveds

sawyer

love #8

my intelligent sawyer,

how smart and wise you are, my dearest, and yet that side of you that everyone was so accustomed with never came to light when we were together. those aged amber eyes of your would read tirelessly over stacks of documents as you assumed more knowledge, your features set in a calm, yet intrigued guise. it amazed me how you seemed to be two people at once.

i find that, i however, only understand that notion to be another reason as to why i am so ensnared with your person.

the way the thinkers of high society would marvel at your ideas filled me with such a pride that i had to keep from exclaiming that you were mine. your animated voice as you spoke of theories that concerned the world made you look so ravishing to me. when it was over, and the applause had died, you'd come to me with the most sheepish of expressions on your face.

in those times, i found it the hardest i've ever had to hold back from kissing you.

this is a side of you i admire greatly, but i find that i'm a bit more in love with the part you only allow my eyes. the clumsiness you'd display when trying to give me a gift, or how you'd stumble over your words when i professed my adorations. the flowery pink that would tint your ears and neck, and the laugh and smile lines that chiseled their ways into your happiest mien.

i pine for you in a way i've never thought possible.

i wish to embrace you from behind again, poke at you when i noticed your concentration, gaze upon your enlivened nature, and feel your finger pull my chin down to meet your lips. my heart aches painfully, so much so that i struggle to sleep without your presence.

whenever you return back to me, i feel as though a weight will be lifted. the baked sun will shine on your approaching form as you run towards me. a smile on your face, and maybe some tears falling from your jaw. this is the moment that i often daydream about.

i'm so smitten with you it hurts me. my heart. my chest. and even my breathing becomes labored as i continue to reminisce. as i sit here, and write this letter my quill trembles a bit, with a shake that only your grin could sooth.

my grasp on your everlasting caring and devotion for me is what keeps me afloat in the sea of my desperate longing.

however, i shall endure it for you.

- Q.