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RE: Old Age and Treachery, Coffee and Cigarettes
By: BlackWidowSC,
Jun 9 2011, 11:29 AM EDT
One day, my whole world stood still. I didn't know who you were. But when I heard your voice, I had to take a look.. My heart stopped and I couldn't move. To catch my breath was impossible. Watching the wind blow through your hair, caressing your handsome face, made me wish that my hands were the wind. The salty spray of the sea were the tears I shed for you; silently praying to God to bring you safely back home. Whether it be the Sunrise or Sunset or the Moonlight casting its pale blue light through the windows; your face, your marvelous, handsome face beams with loving pride. A pride for his love of the sea and the living he makes from it. One he shares with the lady in his life. Sadly, all of this is not to be shared with me. For it was all a dream. A dream that I wish would come true, but never will. Everytime I see your face or har your voice, my heart stops, and breaks into a thousand pieces. Still, I can't turn away and ignore you. The want, the need, the all-consuming passion that has become a constant companion, turns into an unbearable agony that continues to torture my heart, mind, body and soul. I would rather be in my grave than go through this for one more day. Yet, my love, loyalty and devotion for you remains forever resolute, even if we never meet.
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