Poems of a Lost Girl

A Short Letter

A letter to my lover

My beloved, what a beautiful morning it is. Regardless of the weather, never mind if the sun will shine or the birds sing, or if it will rain and the winds will howl. Every morning is perfect if the first thing I see when I open my weary eyelids is your darling face.

I awaken each and every morning to the most wondrous gift, a vision of elegance.

A figure outlined by curves carved by the very hand of god, hair that falls effortlessly past  broad shoulders that carry a weight so heavy yet never bends. Eyes like the ocean, powerful, unforgiving, a merciless sea of unforetold danger and peril although more often than not it is a welcoming place to lie down and rest, to leave your worries behind you as you bask in it’s calm, rhythmic waves.

I could talk all day of your beauty, the curvature of you hands and feet, the weight and strength behind them, your body just as your personality, always adapting. I would happily explain in detail how very happy you make me, how my heart soares when I catch your glance or how you comfort me when I am in need.

You have a quiet strength that speaks volumes when it is called upon, of which not a soul wishes to be on the offending side.

You have a heart that is greater than the sea your eyes resemble, more compassionate than a mother, more giving than a priest.

I wish to be where you are, if that be mountains, land, sky or sea.

I long to be connected with the being that completes me.

To be in your presence is to be nearest the sun, warm, radiant and powerful. It is necessary for survival.

To be in your anger is to be far closer to the sun, dead in the most horrendous way.

I’m not sure what it is about you that makes me feel as I do, all I know is you are the one for me, I pray I am the one for you.