When gazing deeply into those recesses of the soul, I wonder: "Could your
thoughts match my own?" Would you know of such dark inner dwellings? Or
would a peek into my secret domain scare you away? Would you shun me for
such thoughts? Don't turn your face away from me, Dear.
I felt you there. Now my body yearns to feel your warmth. I ache to feel
your breath on my face; to hear your voice, whispering my name; to feel the
soft, gentle touch of your hands on my face; to feel your kiss would be
divine. If only to hold you again, I would be forever happy. To feel your
body next to mine...to love you endlessly.
If love could be conveyed with a touch, then I would
consider myself just so...loved. I once believed that
love was not for me. An unfathomable fable that refused
itself from my sights. Who could love a freak? Those
who have before ventured in my darkness easily turned
away. Weaker spirits of little hope.
Of such innocence lost, I now hope to regain my self. To
once again claim that which was once mine...me. My
heart, I give to you. To cherish for always. Care for me
well, my love; for my spirit is weary and my soul is tired. I
fight once again, battling with a sword of vengeance
against those who have wronged me. But not forgetting...cherishing
you always for that which you give to me
-- the strength to carry on.