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found Love Letter...bugger
My Dearest,
I think this is meant to be! ....... a test! this will make what we have so much stronger. To yearn so much is testament to this.
Thru out history lovers have steeled themselves to this very task.
I ask you my lovely to trust me. I am yours! only yours! .........
I am sorry my love, lol... but i am not going anywhere!
I long to look upon you, into your eyes, into the well of your soul-This is where home truly is...I feel safe here, as I did the first time: -)
Just think my love you will be the one looking into the sky! ... waiting... I too will be looking and waiting.
I remember the first time we walked up our hill, my god I was nervous, were you? I miss our walks so much, when I walk anywhere now I look at my shadow.. imagining/expecting you to be there. When we next come together I think we will walk some more! !
I have looked upon your pictures many times and many more no doubt, but I find these are hollow compared to what I yearn for; your flesh, your smell, your compassion, your wisdom....
My baby, I am sad because you are feeling what I am feeling, it is growing and wont go away-what is it my love?
I have tried being busy but that only keeps me away from hearing your sweet voice......
All i can think about is the next time we will meet? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? meet----MEET--my baby we are not going to, just meet! ! !
There is no word that can describe our forthcoming union,
the coming together of two old souls--souls who laugh at our dancing about,
restricted by society and 'proper manners'.
they are confused, the ancients--
'what are these fools doing? '---
'can they not sense the age old calling? '.-------
do they weep my love? for us? as I do! is that the pain we feel? ? ? ? ? ? ?
As you said my love....the light will guide us----
I believe with every thing that the ancients will watch over us....
x until next we talk. I cannot stand it to say good bye.......it is too final--------
I WILL see you
faithfully yours,
poem
by
Hal Burke
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