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HerScentOnMySkin:

I will never spare my tears or my heartbeats when it comes to love, my doll. For in the vehicle of love, I am surrounded by the fellowship of kisses and hugs, by the sweet murmur of your honey-covered lips, by the seductive embrace of your eyelids. Once, you dedicated a song to me:”I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden”. It was after one of our fights, remember? But, my love, in the garden I am walking now I feel not the haunting presence of night’s talons nor the echoes of desperate loneliness that once accompanied my every step…Perhaps, people ask too much out of love. Its fragile vessel has to withstand the corrosive effect of life’s wrath. It has to withstand the punishing effect of time’s jealousy for anything that wishes to live forever.

My wonderfully sweet love, my blooming rose….I am gonna love you though. And time shall feel the strength of this love and the splendor of its beauty, like a groom admires a bride wearing her wedding dress. And its wretched mood and miserable jealousy shall be turned to sand by the colors of our love’s rainbow. This sand babygirl….shall only fill up the hourglass of our life and just measure time. Do not be afraid of it….captured in its fragile prison, it can only watch us kiss and enjoy the sunshine of our passion amongst the brightest of days and darkest of nights. I hold your petite hands into mine with our fingers entwined, as the booming voice of my heartbeat repeats the same song that keeps you close to me still…..and hopefully for the years yet to come….You know its chorus. You acknowledge it in my caresses, hugs….in my kisses. You recognize it in the way I am looking at you…

I LOVE YOU!