Love is kind.

Love is blind.

It is a window but it can turn opaque.

It is a blessing.

It is a curse when you can’t touch the one that you love.

 

And the words that you read. They sink into your body into, into your mind.

They find a place in your heart and drive the blood that keeps us warm.

 

For without you I feel so cold.

For without you I yearn for no one else.

 

You’ve always been my friend and now my lover.

Tell me darling and put your hands on my skin.

 

And then I promise that I shall never let go.