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Leave me in the grass
Please let me be devoured
A feast for flowers
My love for you blossoms like a rose in spring, and with your every breath it grows.
Every tear of joy shed with you waters it and your shining smile nutures it with each passing moment.
While my heart is already yours as you know. Read these words and I shall take you on its tour.
For how else can I truly convey how I feel, for the goddess that makes even dreams become real.
The veins that connect it to the rest of me are not coursing with life's ichor but passion for you my muse because, you are what keeps me alive after a fashion.
The pattern that it drums too is not just life's regular tempo, but a symphony of love and longing in your honor and at your touch is crescendos.
The body it sustains is not a temple in its own right. It is a tool to dote upon your own shrine day and night.
This heart was never mine to give to you because as the gods will attest too, this heart was yours and yours alone from the very minute it sprang to life, and every moment out of your presence caused it and me much strife.
The very spark that keeps it burning both bright and radiant in your name, is a love that I dare say is as pure to put Narcisus to shame.
When I look at you the butterflies that come to life in my stomach wear stained glass wings whose reflections paint colors across my vision that no creature on earth or in the see could hope to dream of and if I knew it would not cause you heartache to see me in pain I would remove the lids from my eyes in an instant so that I could never blink again for even rhat fraction of a second is too long to have you from my sight.
Rest assured that if you ever let loose my hands to do so I would feel no pain for just breathing in the same air as you is a gift so euphoric that no heaven from any so called God could compare too, and to have you in my embrace is a thing so holy I have not the words to translate it for no language is deserving of such a thing.
The love I have for you, the love I give freely for it was destinied to be yours from my first breath is more sacred to me than the beating of my own heart, for if I did not have to worship then what is the point of letting this temple that is my body maintain itself any longer.
It is a love that does not burn my dearest for nothing birthed from our love could not be born of destruction. It is a love that glows and brims with creation and wonder that even the fae would be jealous if could they see it now.
I cannot tell you that I love her, because this well in my chest borders upon if not surpasses worship. For what other word can I use to describe someone who's beauty has transcended art and reached into the realm of Divinity. Such is the depth of that devotion that were her and I dancing in the rain, with tears of joy falling from our faces I could without fail tell you which drops were hers without loosing a single one to the tide from above.
If you asked me to find her in a forest, I would fall over with laughter that no one else had noticed the trail of plants brought to new vibrancy by the light of her smile.
Were it so that in that glade my muse had decided she was not done frolicking and she asked me to wait for her you would find me in that spot after a week, or even decade. Such is my devotion that I would remain in that spot so still the roots from beneath would have long since grown up and around me so I would better find rest while in the empty time between. Such is the devotion I hold.
It is fron that earthen prison of roots and bark, soil and mud that I would break free of when she so desired to return, for nothing including this earth itself so hallowed by her presence or cursed time that limits my life with her could keep me away from that woman I hold above the air in my lungs or light in my eyes.