My Dearest Love,
There are no words left in my human lexicon to adequately describe how beautiful and wonderful you are to me. These days and nights out "at sea" have been costly to my heart as it has been in peril more times than I'd like to admit but alas, my Lord has been good to me. He has kept my heart more intact than I would have imagined was possible given all I have faced. I can see all there is to see from here. The beauty of the sun, the moon and the stars are at my beck and call but I am reminded that nothing can match the beauty I have found in you. I can truly say that I have found no flaw in your soul's design my beautiful woman... even within those seeming deficiencies you've been known to fret about. Those wonderful deficiencies that were designed to inspire more beauty upon their evolution. I see you as you were, as you are... and as you will be... and I have no choice but to love all that I have found before my grace-laden eyes. In every iteration, in every movement, in all the airs you breathe... both good and bad... I have found myself enamored and mused into creative passion by your existence alone.
To know imagination has been kind enough to fill in the blanks has left me with sacred scars of both hope and pain. Etched in by the hands of the purest love imaginable. The kind that is willing to leave to be able to exist as long as it can... to exhibit life even in the midst of death itself. That love... unheard of even among the "gods" of old that has scorned them unto envy... is ours alone. Graced by My Lord... even in the absence of physical touch or common presence... transcending all that humanity has lost and will forever remain as what binds us together for as long as we have breath.
As I speak to you nightly about touch, faith, dreams and wishes from our designated star... praying you can hear me from my soul to yours, I am blessed to be periodically reminded of certain things my love: that your eyes are my horizon, your voice... my moon. Your body is my joy and your passion... is my muse. But alas your heart my love... is my sun. The thought that in some way it beats just a little faster for me... sustains my own in its desire just the same. I pray my travels will not keep much longer as I long to finally hold you in my arms. "Someday"... come soon...
With All The Love I Can Express,
The Navigator
~moses apollo
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