Muted Flame You'll have to forgive me, I'm making this up as I go...
Red.
Red is the color of anger.
The flush of the cheek.
The sickening blood.
But red is for romance.
As 'R' is for red.
So is 'R' for romance?
Or is 'R' for vexation?
It's for romance.
Because this rose is red. And it's red for you. Nothing in this world can compare to your beauty, because the perfect rose is blemished in its color- A photograph is never real, and so that is not perfect. Yet you seem to dazzle beyond comprehension; Am I expected to compete with that? I refuse, because...
Well, how do I say it? Six months have passed, yet not a piece of it bothers me. I cannot sleep at night because of you, because I think of nothing BUT you. And when I sleep, I dream of you. Is this sick or simply a sign of unconditional, and perhaps subconscious, adoration? I can't presume to tell you, any more than I could ask you to answer. I know it's arguable either way.
But I do love you.
And nothing more can be said. I just love you.
I love you, James.
'R' is for real. Real love.
-Elyse
....Happy six months, love. <3
bleu_flame For making it up as you go, you did wonderfully. -^^- You are amazing at writing poems, love. heart I can't believe it's been six months already. -^^- It feels like only a few. My love for you has grown tremendously and I can tell you love me just as much, if not more. You are an amazing person. You compared to the the next person, is incomparable. You are intelligent, caring, benevolent, understanding, supportive, and gorgeous. I can't even name all the wonderful traits you posses! I know you know I feel unworthy. I try my best to not think so but you are just that amazing! I feel like an ant talking to his queen! I love you too, Elyse. Happy six months! <3 -sniff-
 Saturnalias · Sat Mar 28, 2009 @ 04:53am · 0 Comments |
