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.