You know, when we met, and I saw my feelings grow into this Eden of hope and all things wonderful, I didn't realize how dark my writing was until you told me. I had to laugh to myself. All these years I've always depicted depth with violence, death and darkness. I Imagined I made you feel that my love for you was something that was dark, not good, something to be afraid of and unintelligible for human consumption. Even writing this now I think of all the ways I've depicted love and affection, though theatrical, but left this taste of morbidity.
So let's rewrite this? How do you make me feel? It is all magic with you. Your face is like a flower blooming in slow motion. The warm feeling of hugging you is like watching Spring come and nothing can stop it...you just take me over and everything cold and dark goes away. Hearing you tell me you love me is like a warm wind on a cool Fall afternoon gently gliding over my face. You make me sore over mountains in crisp blue skies. You make me feel like I've never been here before. Kissing you is like drinking fresh spring water, I can't get enough and I keep drinking. Your oceanic eyes take me on a voyage of us, with each star a dream and a moment of you and I, and I want to touch every single one of them. The rush of knowing you're coming to see me, competes with the rush of Niagara Falls and I want to pour every drop into you. Your smile as you approach me rivals the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen. I will take your sun if you take my moon and hand in hand we will dance with the earth as our witness, forever.
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