My heart yearns to bestow on this woman the adoration that she deserves.
My adoration bleeds into my soul and exudes from every pore like ruby red blood
Surely she must see my love blood drain away as she sits decorously adjacent to me?
Save but there is a secret code that I am not yet privy to, it is not visible to my myopic eyes.
Yet still I bleed.
Because I love Her.
By way of a love transfusion I engage my beloved in conversation.
She appears to gain fulfilment from our discourse when she tells me that her spouse does not talk of such things as we.
But we would talk in such manner and with love were but you with me.
I hear my hear myself say to my heart.
She denies being passionate, not enjoying love and calls herself shallow.
O My Dear Loving Heart why must you persist yourself in this dormant relationship?
As hearts paired we would soar to heights beyond our wildest dreams.
Lying together daily we would share and make delicious love.
Life would be reborn, love would flourish, the world anew.
I would see tour countenance transformed once our love is acknowledged.
I would awake at seasons dawn caressing you, finding sundry ways to say.
I Love You.
In winters snows we would build snowmen, playing with your children our hearts linked with theirs.
In the spring of the year you would awake on a divan of posies.
The summer sun would smile as he sees us in cornfields set alight with passion.
Golden autumn leaves brittle underfoot seem to echo our voices as we say I Love You.
The seasons come and go my sweet, but our love would never pass.
I would willingly give up all for you my love
Surrender my life to should you command.
