Thoughts Across the Distance

I long to make her arms my castle and her heart my heaven... When the rivers and the mountains make the distance between us, I look inside me to speak my words of love to her...

The thought of her spreads delight into my being. It makes me breathe deeper and slower, as if the time is going slower too… Like a state of trance, when the definition of time is just unidentified.

I'm fond of how she makes me laugh. My beloved makes me laugh; a lot. When she acts so shy I would be shaken with joy, mixed with empathy for her... Shyness of cherry-red cheeks, like rip apples ready to be yummied. Her cheeks rise to narrow her eyes when she stretches a smile on her fairy face, revealing the extravaganza of her gorgeous soul. Then she mumbles unheard words and tries to do any nonsense to avoid my eyes. She draws her hair over her eyes to avoid my gaze that fuels the blood into her face. She smiles when she's out of words and she laughs when she has something to say. I love the lady she is, the child, the friend and companion I see in her.

She's a heart that evolved into a human being. What she says is touching and what she does is overwhelming. Touched and overwhelmed I find it hard to escape, in fact I’m privileged.


Andy.


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