Your love letter is the boots upon my feet and the shield upon my arm, yet come the calling of the black heavens and stars, it is the bed I rest upon and the pillow that welcomes me to dreamland.
I keep your love letter in my heart and it gives me strength, the kind that I once believed were the fables of legend.
There is a love letter in the way you look at me, my soul read it upon the night we met. Ever since it is my silent lyric, the one that comforts me the reflective moment.
The tremble in your pen strokes says as much as your sweet words, and that, my love, is exactly how a love letter should be written.
It's challenging to write a love letter, for when we do the soul is naked. Yet I fell in love with you the day we met. Then I feel in love more deeply upon the second time. I couldn't say. I thought you wanted to be friends and that was all. It broke my heart. It was rough. But I'd take you as a friend than not at all. Love is that way. You stay. You do all the good you can for them while you do the best for yourself too, get on with your life, pursue your passions and talents... But then I walked away. I had to protect myself from the pain of the emotions. I had to make some effort to get over you. Then, just when I thought I'd made progress on that, you came back. You came back on the exact day I was going to make a bigger effort to move on. So, that is that. The universe wants this. I want this. It feels that you want this too. So it is a matter of time and patience I suppose. With you I am both completely free and completely in a cage, though it is a cage I want to be in, because I feel safe there. My imagination is free, my creativity and intellect has no frontiers, it peeks in glee at infinite possibilities for ideas and learning. My romantic love, however, has entered the cage, locked the door behind herself and put the key out of the bars. That is that. I'm done. I'm yours.
I never met a lover before who made every other man appear as if he were a two dimensional paper drawing, men who would melt in the rain and burn on the first rays of a strengthening sun. And this confidence in your soul, in who you were born to become, as the man who stands with me, is the finest love letter I can ever write. For words are only the crude tools of emotion and it is my heart you have won.
In this new life I only seek the sun in the sky and the light so freely given, the days of needing support of others are over, I can well support myself and approve of my own blooms. So keep your old love letters, burn them if you wish, for this girl learned how to love herself.
"Upon the wood that was once the timbers of a barn, the wood that was once apart of the chattering forests of the hills, I write a letter of the kind of love that gives birth to entire worlds... of the kind of love that protects all the stronger in times of need."
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