Love, Truly Yours
Always you, love, until the end of time
This is not a yearning for control, but a reason to forge ahead. Love, you are everything I’ve ever dreamt of. Love, in the dark hour of the night, I desire you more than ever.
In the tumultuous ocean of life, against its tempestuous tide, it’s not a quest for dominance that drives us but a profound reason to endure, to advance. It’s the compass guiding us on our journey, the lighthouse amidst the storm, leading us back to the safe shores of existence. It’s a reason that blooms like a lotus in the muddy waters of adversity, a reason that shines like the morning sun after a dark, relentless night, an ever-glowing beacon of hope, pushing us forward even when all seems lost.
And then there’s you, Love. You, the one I’ve always dreamt of, the one who lives in the sacred sanctuary of my dreams, nestled between wishful thoughts and whispered prayers. You are the melody I’ve longed to hear, the painting my soul yearned to behold, the story my heart desired to read. You, Love, are the amalgamation of every dream that ever danced in the silent theatre of my mind, each one taking form, flesh, and spirit in you.
In you, I see a constellation of dreams, each star twinkling with the promise of fulfilled wishes. You are the poem I’ve wished to write, the song I’ve yearned to sing, the dance I’ve longed to perform. You are the echo of my dreams, resonating through the symphony of our love.
And as the cloak of darkness drapes the world, as the clock strikes the lonely hour of the night, it is you I desire, Love. More than the air I breathe, more than the songs of the morning birds, more than the warmth of the sun on a winter’s day, it is you I yearn for. In the quietude of the night, amidst the silent whispers of the moon and the hushed conversations of the stars, I find myself longing for you.
In every lingering shadow, in every flicker of the candle, in every echo of the night, it is you I see, it is you I hear, it is you I feel. You, Love, are my solace in solitude, my calm in the chaos, my peace in the pandemonium. As the night deepens and the world around me sleeps, my desire for you amplifies, throbbing in sync with the rhythm of my heart, an undying testament of our love.
This, dear Love, is neither a mere wish nor a simple dream, but a potent potion of passion and desire, of dreams and reality, of the seen and unseen. It is the saga of a love transcending the confines of the ordinary, blooming in the extraordinary garden of longing and fulfillment, thriving in the intoxicating wine of desire and devotion.
