I keep coming back in here. All day thinking about you. Missing you. We are such small creatures In an endless vacuum of life. What we do today bares little on what the future holds for so many others. Or is it possible that we're changing the future. This one tiny step into an empty room, a voyage seen by so many, yet truly experience by so few. A day that reigns throughout the rest of our days, together hopefully, separate possibly, but marked with love and devotion. My heart cries out for you my love. My blood burns hot, my skin cold longing to be touched. Will the day come that we will hold each other? Love each other? Comfort each other in more than words? But with the slightest of touches, the simplest of kisses, the warmest of breaths upon our skin. I hope so. I love you my lady, my northern star, my guiding light. Blessed was I the day you came into my life.
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