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November 17 / Original / "Beautifully Sublime"
Title: Beautifully Sublime
Day/Theme: November 17 / Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: semi-autobiographical... ^_^
Rating: G
Notes: I'm kind of cheating on this. I borrowed some lines from some of my own poems. XD
Dearest and ever more Dear to my heart,
Today marks another year for us and our relationship. I cannot begin to describe how wonderful it has been. I remember days when we lived for beginnings... how beautiful you were in the setting sun. Do you remember the day you first held my hand? I always thought that hands spoke different languages... And yours speak; they give me the impression of good graces and a cup of tea and I think your hands are polite that way. I am sure that if they had their own spirit they could walk around with a cane and a smile.
It will amuse you, yes? This letter I write is the first letter of a thousand letters that I have now found the courage to write, thanks to you. Dear love, I know I have never had to write a letter like this before. But that was because you never asked me to. I could see it in your eyes and in the whisperings of your smile that you loved me not for what others believed me to be, but for who I truly was in this world. Thus, I feel that I must write this letter to you before I fall further into myself and forget...
Words cannot begin to describe what I feel for you. I love the poetry of your hair and how every strand follows the wind like a chorus at daybreak. I love the words they whisper onto my skin when we are blanketed in darkness. I am enraptured at the splendid beauty of your eyes that sing like the morning when you smile. They are beautifully deep, like a thousand nights and they tell me stories that do not need your voice.
You remind me of an open, summer field that I could lay down and die in. The sweeping gestures of your eyes and your wry mouth I would liken to a windy day in August or September that follow the long grass swiftly and restlessly. The wondrous feeling of your lips on mine delight me so that I could not ask for more each time we kiss.
My furiously beating heart cannot calm itself even under your hands. You are smell, sight, taste, touch and sound...
And I can only wonder how you could love me from your pedestal.
Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this...
Day/Theme: November 17 / Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: semi-autobiographical... ^_^
Rating: G
Notes: I'm kind of cheating on this. I borrowed some lines from some of my own poems. XD
Dearest and ever more Dear to my heart,
Today marks another year for us and our relationship. I cannot begin to describe how wonderful it has been. I remember days when we lived for beginnings... how beautiful you were in the setting sun. Do you remember the day you first held my hand? I always thought that hands spoke different languages... And yours speak; they give me the impression of good graces and a cup of tea and I think your hands are polite that way. I am sure that if they had their own spirit they could walk around with a cane and a smile.
It will amuse you, yes? This letter I write is the first letter of a thousand letters that I have now found the courage to write, thanks to you. Dear love, I know I have never had to write a letter like this before. But that was because you never asked me to. I could see it in your eyes and in the whisperings of your smile that you loved me not for what others believed me to be, but for who I truly was in this world. Thus, I feel that I must write this letter to you before I fall further into myself and forget...
Words cannot begin to describe what I feel for you. I love the poetry of your hair and how every strand follows the wind like a chorus at daybreak. I love the words they whisper onto my skin when we are blanketed in darkness. I am enraptured at the splendid beauty of your eyes that sing like the morning when you smile. They are beautifully deep, like a thousand nights and they tell me stories that do not need your voice.
You remind me of an open, summer field that I could lay down and die in. The sweeping gestures of your eyes and your wry mouth I would liken to a windy day in August or September that follow the long grass swiftly and restlessly. The wondrous feeling of your lips on mine delight me so that I could not ask for more each time we kiss.
My furiously beating heart cannot calm itself even under your hands. You are smell, sight, taste, touch and sound...
And I can only wonder how you could love me from your pedestal.
Dear love, I've never had to write a letter like this...