Love Letter

How can I write something which is beyond my imagination, I would rather paint this picture with emotions and feelings in me? She did not only maintain me as a writer but completely made me an author and an artist at the same time. I cannot say she is love or life because I feel she is more than that she feels like she is infinite in my mortal days. The undying love in her cries out that I yearn to be in her arms forever. What kind of love story would I want to write after this because nothing would amount to this for its not fantasy or imagination? This is more than reality it seems its faith for I believe in her in my heart. I don’t know maybe I am just a fool in love but all I know is she makes me wiser.

All that I wish is to provide her days with more laughter and smiles (especially her beautiful smile) than with tears. The tears I want only her to have I tears of joy when she sees me every day. She is not a goddess but a human with a heart of a goddess that is purified as gold. If there is any time that is hard to believe in love I would rather believe in her. She might not be perfect but my love for her is just perfect. I don’t promise her much or nothing less but I promise her me. This is not infatuation for I don’t want what she can give but what she is. I am lost and I wish your heart will find me. I just don’t understand all this but only that tears filled my eyes when I was writing this. Surely what is love when you feel more than that, for it cannot explain how I cherish to be in your mind and heart? It’s a point even when I cannot write more but will rather express it for I can never be a hypocrite when it comes to love. Love is all that we have is there anything gods and humans long for. I pray every day of my life that as I see you your beauty continue to augment in mine red eyes. 

The good question is that after pouring me on this would she conceives the courage to love me back and would understand if she never talks back to me. How can I expect someone to love, to be more than my inspiration but my better days on this cruel world and troubled days on earth. I am not good with words of love at least she make me say them with comfort. All I know is there is a little place for me in her heart if she permits me in that sacred place. We can never be Romeo and Juliet or Jack and Rose but it’s just me and her, for I cherish for ours to have a good ending. How I long to enrich my history with her in it, to paint this story into a rainbow (the mother of colour’s of beauty) so that all who will see it adore its beauty. Now I understand why John Keats mentioned that a thing of beauty is joy forever. After all this is only for you and tell me what would you do after knowing what you mean to me? Would you love me back because I love YOU or you would walk away, after all the choice is hers but only what I know is that I wrote this one for YOU.

I only realised that at the end of the day love is nothing but a strange being which desert you in time when you think you got everything under control. Since the one I wrote this letter to do not understand the hidden meaning that love without sacrifice is like a car without fuel in which mobility is restricted or shunned. I don’t blame her love does not come easy to her, expressed words even formed within genuine emotions are a deception to her, she perceives love is hard work. To me love is a supernatural fundamental that I express naturally, that was not good enough, well is it not what one can expect from a poet. Imagination and words are part of my life and were perfection of every man is born. I would love to write more of this letter but I have nothing to write any more maybe because there was never me and YOU from the beginning.