My love for you is only equaled to my desire to be immortal. I am the king of fools  and would be your simple jester if only to make you smile.

Infinite possibilities roll through my mind when I think of you in tender moments when lights are dim and a candle flickers.

My breath labors at the touch of you hand, upon you shoulder lays my head and at your feet my heart.

Your sillouette entrances me, like a moth to a flame, like the sun on the face of an innocent child.

My wife, you are and will you be my end, for without you I sit in sorry state and the dead would have more joy.


Posted from WordPress for Android.. yeah, I’m high tech like that.


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