• The Bleeding Heart


    I love you more than you could possibly imagine. I wake and yearn to feel your gentle touch, to breathe your essence, to see your beauty, to be yours for eternity and possibly further. I wish that we were closer physically and mentally, that you knew how I felt about you, about us, about what we mean to each other. I feel as if I met you just a little bit too late to be yours for it seems that while you've stolen my heart, that someone else has hidden yours in some unfathomable pit. I say this from the soul when I ask this of you: Will you give me the chance to love you, to hold you, to make you smile, to be yours? Whatever the decision, I'll always long for the moment that could have been shared.