March 20th, 1894
DearheartTonight I found myself wishing I had never met you so that I might not be feeling this emptiness and pain. Yet I cannot imagine what my life might have been.
As Keats put it;
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine.
My darling, I shall never betray you by wishing I had never met you again, I swear it. My life would be made bereft if I had gone through it without having gained the knowledge of the curves of your hips. Or the way you gasp and tilt your head back when I first enter you. The way your chocolate curls cling to your forehead amid the sweats of our passions. Or the way you lazily smile in your sleep when I have loved you to exhaustion. It was such a rare treat since you usually had to rush home. Nor would I have been able to come to know the way you blush when I whisper poetry words crafted just for you into your ear.
As Keats put it;
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine.
My darling, I shall never betray you by wishing I had never met you again, I swear it. My life would be made bereft if I had gone through it without having gained the knowledge of the curves of your hips. Or the way you gasp and tilt your head back when I first enter you. The way your chocolate curls cling to your forehead amid the sweats of our passions. Or the way you lazily smile in your sleep when I have loved you to exhaustion. It was such a rare treat since you usually had to rush home. Nor would I have been able to come to know the way you blush when I whisper poetry words crafted just for you into your ear.
Ty
Stop the time and make it still
Hold you like I always will
