I simply love you, more than you know. I have for quite some time now, but I have never had the courage to tell you so. I am intimidated by how benign and gracious you are. When you are near me, butterflys flutter around in my tummy box. When you speak, your voice is like that of an angelic song. When you look at me, my heart leaps because I know, for at least a second, I crossed your mind. When you are near me, I can't help but caress the air, wishing I could touch you. There are times when I think of you and wonder if you are thinking of me, too. There is not a second in every minute of the day that I am not thinking of you. When I stare at you for long amounts of time, I wonder if you can feel my lustful gaze. Oh, how I long for your arms to be wrapped around me, for me to run my fingers through your hair, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear! How I burn for thee at heart; how I wish to some day call you my own, to be with you till death do us part. I wish I could be your tear drops, for what more could anyone ask for then to be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. I love you so much that at times I cannot even look at you for fear that I might faint or die or wake up. I simply love you...
