My true love will whisper secrets to me that I've kept from my own self. My true love will wonder why I wonder, dream dreams for me, see so much why in me that she will question all my questioning. We will wander the streets in the pouring rain together, and never be lost no matter how far off the path we go, drinking of the sky — for the heavens have come down to us. We will not swear anything eternal, as forever happens every day to we two: time is as meaningless as clocks to a cloud. We will still not know what love is, for no one may know such a thing, but we will never ask, either, what it may be. My true love is a careful snowfall, alighting upon my senses with the faintest touch, shrouding me in the sweetest quiet. We will dance upon the sea, fall into the moon, and roll grapes down our bare bellies as we smile knowingly, understanding what it has been that the Mona Lisa was thinking all this time.
x
9:35am tuesday, 16th december
Beautiful writing. I especially like 'my true love is a careful snow fall...'
myra
7:27pm tuesday, 16th december
that was beautiful. it sounds so perfect. i currently had something like that but it faded. i guess it wasn't the real thing. i haven't lost hope. what you wrote was turely great.
Anonymous
7:09pm wednesday, 17th december
i liked the mona lisa line myself
PunkClown
9:35am friday, 19th december
"time is as meaningless as clocks to a cloud" ~ now that is great!
truth
9:20am saturday, 10th january
you probably hear this too much but you're a great writer. I hope one day i can find a love like you described
x
myra
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